Wondering the Cloudy streets of Chicago, Scratchy is seen with a cup of coffee in hand - with the skies clearing, Scratchy starts to smoothly walk towards a street corner. Before taking a small sip of his delicious coffee, he stares deeply into it, looking around his as he can sense something or someone close to him;

"W-who?" Scratchy murmurs as he looks to his coffee.

A single rain drop breaches the inner peace of it's clarity, rippling thrice as a storm starts to brew. Heavy rain swallows Chicago whole as Scratchy starts to look for some cover - at this time Scratchy is sighted in an underpass with a couple of people crowding him. Scratchy starts to feel the same he did just seconds ago.

Looking besides him - he can see some familiar faces and a couple of strangers in the mix - yet, one person, outshines them all.

"Here.."

The raindrops hit the ground in sudden patters. Puddles begin to form at each end. Here continues north, near the entrance of Grant Park.

A big map of Chicago up on the billboard, "The town to be." as a subtitle.

"Here!" Scratchy shouts while running up behind Here, grasping him on the shoulder to get his attention.

Here turns on the spot and stares at Scratchy.

"Sorry, who are you?" Here exclaims.

"Wha? Don't you remember me?" Scratchy replies.

"Look, I don't have time for this shit. I don't want to buy anything. Scram." Here replies aggressively.

"Here, it's me, Scratchy. From the old country" Scratchy says, with affection.

There's a pause, several seconds of quiet anticipation.

"I'm not that person anymore.." Here retorts, as he promptly walks in the opposite direction.