the rain pouring down making a thundering sound yet without the thunder, blades of water visibly changing direction violently as the wind changes as we see a bleak city landscape in the background a burly fellow hangs a man by his ankles off of a twelve storey derelict factory roof far away from the eyes and ears of any would be heroes.


A slim older gent, like sickly skinny pokes at the chest of a man being held down by two thugs with his solid black cane. ...."so what are we going to do about this situation now?".....the man replies "what situation?"...the old man now clearly angry "the return of the prodigal son....the man you said would never return...the fucking ghost of Christmas past!!"....."you'll get your money plus interest...."......"your money is no good, I signed up for immunity, impunity....I signed up for a fucking king!!" As he pushes his cane into his skinny chest.... "You need to fix this..."...."it's impossible...."......."drop him" the big guy let's go of the man and he screams before a loud thud is heard as his body splatters on the ground below. The old man walks up to his henchman at the edge of the building and summons him closer..."what did we say in the car on the way here?" The big guy looks dumfounded.."we said that nobody was going to die we were only here to scare them..."..."but..."...."ah ah ah we said on the way here that when I said to drop him it was only to scare him..." "But you said..."...."forget it" (turning to the guy on his knees) you need to fix this problem asap where either he gets on board or you need to get him the same ticket you so kindly bought for your friend down there.