It was a cold day, barely anybody outside in the corridor of a now defunct factory in the mostly abandoned part of a dying rustbelt town, with wind and rain raging all around. A large man, with brutally short blonde hair walks down the rusted corridor, out of the corner of his eye he sees a girl siting up against the wall, obviously homeless, with the dirt caked face, and the shear look of hopelessness. The man walks over, extends his arm to her as if to pull her out of the bad mood she is in. She looks up, sees the close cut hair, long and solid limbs, a blue tattered windbreaker, a green military style backpack with bullet holes and a medkit on the back. Before she can react, he leans down and pulls her up, smiles, gives her a hug, a bottle of water, a blanket, and asks "are you okay?" Looking down she says yes, he looks down at her, smiles, and walks away, and disappears.