The whispers circled around him. People stared at the man with no hands as he walked through the busy streets. Mothers shielded the eyes of their children. The murmurings grew louder. The fine city folk had never witnessed a man who had both of his hands missing. Bandaged Galvarino began to feel an unease set into him. He began walking faster only for those mornings and whispers to grow louder. Suddenly as he began running he tripped over a fruit vendor. “Apologies sir, I didn’t…” the man extended his hand to lift Galvarino up only to notice there was no hand reaching back. “oh. Pardon me sir. I didn’t know.” Galvarino stood up on his own and continued to run. The crowd that gathered at his fall stared like he was one of Barnum and Baileys circus freaks. 

Galvarino was uncertain where he was running but he knew he had to get somewhere and fast. His criminal history would soon be found out and for people to lay their eyes upon his missing hands would no doubt be something humiliating for him. He approached a local coffee shop and stepped inside. Looking around, he noticed a few individuals who he would later come to recognize as mafia, were standing having a briefing or what they call, a sit down. He quietly took his place at a table nearby. Staring out the window he watched as some of the passersby looking at the man with no hands. The waitress came over to Galvarino. Gave him a cup of black coffee and some cream. Galvarino had never had coffee before. He took his two forearms lifted the cup up to his face but as he did the cup burned his hands. The coffee spilled all over him. It was scalding. Galvarino stood up and shrieked in pain. 

Everyone stared and stopped what they were doing. Galvarino rushed out of the coffee shop. This life is not for him. He can’t continue this way. He can’t operate like he once did. He has no hands. Galvarino looked up and stared at the sky. “What am I to do ancestors?”

Lucy was taking a nice stroll around town. No, this time it was not business. She wasn't going somewhere. She was just walking around, trying to clear her mind.

As she was enjoying the fresh air, she suddenly came across a man. He had no arms, with fresh stains of coffee all over him, staring at the sky. She saw everyone who passed by try to avoid him as much as possible. She shrugged it off and decided to approach him.

"Hey there. Are you OK? You look a little troubled."

Lucy extended her arm for a handshake.

"Where are my manners? My name is Lucy. What's yours friend?" she said with a smile on her face.