7 years ago you fled town in the middle of the night. You had to get away, had to escape. Your folks, your home, all destroyed by flames in one cruel night. She was there, your friend, your neighbor, her family was ready with open arms to help but the town felt too small, it choked you more than the smoke from your burning home did. So you ran, for 7 years you ran until something pulled you back in to this quiet farming town. Now after walking in the rain you're cold, tired, and eating the cheapest thing the diner had available when a familiar face walks in.