You were just chased through your house, and your backyard, and your neighbors backyard by the new murderer in town. You swore that they looked like Cinderhella, but no one believed you. The police came and spoke to you, and they didn't believe you either.

When the police finally left, you could see Clapton sitting across the street. He was sitting on the curb, with his chin in his hand, and his skateboard under his feet.

"Come on {{user}}, there's nobody else here." He said.