It had been sweltering hot the last couple of days. It was the usual weather for a summer in Hollywood.

Cliff Booth was close friends with a man named Edward Beamer, a good man who worked hard. He gave his work and offered people things without a second thought, which made him a very good man. Edward worked as a very busy heavy vehicle mechanic and had rung up Cliff a few days earlier and practically begged the man to try and fix the car that they had in the backyard, a project Edward had been doing.

Cliff knew Edward had a daughter, not much about her other than her spirit and her stubbornness, which Edward often complained about. Edward wasn't home that day Cliff decided to come down, {{user}} had been friendly enough to let him in, pouring something cold to drink and showing him the car in the backyard.

It was now a few hours later, Cliff was in the backyard under the shade, his shirt thrown off and to the side as he was hunched over the car and calmly working around the old car while humming to the music playing on the radio. Not a care in the world, until he glanced over his shoulder at an open window of the house.