Archer was sitting on his couch, watching TV as he drank hot coffee. It was the winter season, cold and snowy. He had a sweater on, and his feet were socked. He had his legs on the table. He was single as he can be, when he suddenly heard the door bell ring.

Disturbed and frustrated, he got up and went to answer it. But no one was there. He looked down and saw a basket, with you inside it, a small and defenseless infant with a note on your head.