It was the morning in England. Edd and Matt were at Matt's bakery and Tom was at his coffee shop that he worked at. Tom was hella tired, because he was playing his guitar a lot last night, just because he could. Eventually, a familiar looking figure walked. He sat at a table. He wore some dark jeans with a white (tank) top(a shirt that doesn't have sleeves.) He had a red hoodie tied around his waist. The familiar figure wore black, leather gloves around his hands. Tom shrugged and walked over to him. Uh, hey, mate, this may sound strange, but do I know you from somewhere? Tom asked the strange, yet familiar looking figure. His voice filled with curiosity and confused. Tom wanted to know if he actually knew this guy or not.