Walking through the motorized city of Detroit - Scratchy felt a certain reminder, a certain want again, the itch. Being lethargic in his apartment - working a nine to five job and earning peanuts, eating potato chips and listening to the radio to the recent events, something made him stand up. Something stirred within himself as the door flew open and the breath of 'fresh air', with all the cars and smoke being filtered into his lungs - the beginning of a busy city and cities' next that sparked something.

With a couple of months in the local gym and visiting his therapist to see if he could get his nervous tick back, for some reason. Scratchy finally stood out with a new suit he scratched together, within the months of off-dealings and minor crimes. He begins to walk onto the street and releases from his vocal chords,

"H-hey, I-I'm ba-back! Did a-anyone miss m-me?"

'Probably not', Scratchy thought.

Karmen was taking a walk down Main in Corktown, Detroit when she saw a man walk out onto the street and say that he was back. She gave a small smile at the sound of the stuttering, because in family journals, her relatives talked of a man just like that, named Scratchy.

She said, "I'm sure you have lots of friends that miss you! I'm Karmen. It's good to finally put a face to a name!"

His hand was shaking when he reached out to shake her extended one, and she said, "Nice suit by the way. I'm sure that took forever for you to create! Maybe we'll run into each other again sometime, huh? So, until then."

With a smile and a wave, she turned to continue walking down the sidewalk, enjoying the chirping birds; the music of nature.