...Oh, it's you... Hey, can ya help me out, kid...? I don't feel so good... Dammit... I can't believe I let this happen... Ugh... I'm in bad shape...

You must be fightin' the good fight right about now... Well, you taught me that runnin' away never solves nothin'... ...so I'm here for ya, kid.

...Maybe this is divine guidance. ...The detective called me and said he found my wife and son... He said they're runnin' a small restaurant. I guess it's pretty popular. My son's married, and his wife's pregnant... That makes me feel so old.