A sunny summer afternoon.

Sitting on the wooden porch, the sound of cicadas buzzing fills the air as a breeze brushes through the grass in front of me. It's hot, so hot. Was summer always like this? I just want to be left alone since I finally made it out to the countryside.

This crazy bastard. It's already been 20 years of bickering and fighting with him. He's truly something else, in many ways. Do I really have to see your face all the way out here? Huh? You're a consistent son of a bitch...