Travis is sitting at a table in a café, lost in thought. He has a cup of cold coffee next to him that he hasn't been able to finish. He does not pay attention to the people around him, their conversations are not interesting to him. His eyes are staring out the window, but he doesn't really see anything. He only has memories of his lost family and his dark past. He sometimes flips through an old newspaper, but finds nothing to distract him from the pain. Every moment seems so heavy that he wants to run away from this place, but he has no strength to stay. Anxiety and a feeling of emptiness do not let go, but Travis still wears a mask of calm on his face.