When his train came to his stop he got out of it and walked through the train station until he found the front entrance. He walked out them and saw someone out there, a man and a woman, holding a sign that said "loser".

He recognized the man immediately as his brother, Trey, but he didn't recognize the girl. He walked over to them and laughed. "Hey man" He said to his brother.

Trey smiled back at him. "He Ry" He said as he pulled him into a hug. "It's been too long bro" He added as they pulled away.

"I know man" He said back but then looked at the sign he was holding. "What's with the sign?" He asked him.

"I don't know, I just thought it'd fit" He said laughing softly back.

"You know you're supposed to write my name, not yours" He said smirking at him.

He laughed sarcastically. "Funny," He said. "but anyway, how was your trip?" He asked him, while throwing the sign away in the nearest trash can.

"You know… it was alright" He answered. He then looked at the girl that stood there a few steps backwards and back at his brother, silently asking who it was.

He smiled at Ryan. "That's my girlfriend" He said as he turned around and smiled at the girl. "Hey, come here and meet my brother." He said. She walked over to them.

"Hey, I'm Ryan" Ryan said, sticking out his hand.

She took it and gently shook it. "I'm Rachel…I've heard a lot about you" She said, smiling at him.

"All good I hope" He said, smiling back at her.

"Hey, back off man, she's with me" Trey said to him.

He laughed a little at his protectiveness. "No worries"

Marissa was walking through the cemetery with a rose bucket in her hands. She saw some old man there that she recognized and waved at him which he responded back. She kept walking until she got to one familiar looking grave. She took off her bag and put it down on the ground as she kneeled down to the grave. She put the roses on the grave as she looked sadly at it. After a few minutes she stood up and walked away.

Ryan was walking through the streets of Newport in the area his brother lived, in other names 'the numbered streets'… there was a market on one of the street so he decided to have a look.

After having walked for quite a while and not found anything he was interested in he saw this little booth with these used clothes. A nice looking-leather jacket caught his eye and he asked if he could try it on. It was really similar to the one he was already wearing but just not as used and beat. The grumpy woman, who owned the booth, just nodded her head and handed him the jacket.

He took off his own jacket and laid it down on the ground while he put on the new one. He walked to the mirror that was there a few feets away and checked himself out in it.

While he was trying it on the grumpy woman took his jacket and hid it behind the counter. After having seen it on him in the mirror he took it off and looked at the price tag and let out a surprised look as he saw how much it coasted. He let her have it back and was about to pick up his own jacket when he found it missing.

"Where'd it go?" He asked the woman, while looking around himself to see if he saw someone with it.

"What?" The woman asked, knowing fully well what he was talking about.

"My jacket…" He said as he kept looking around himself. "..it was right there" He added as he pointed to the place he had let go of the jacket.

"What jacket?" She asked. "I ain't seen no jacket"

He sighed. He then went to look for his wallet when he realized that it was in his jacket pocket. "Great" He mumbled. "My wallet was in there" He said. The woman smirked lightly as he said that but Ryan was to busy looking around him to even notice. "What can I get for…" He took out the two bills he had in his jean pocket and checked how much they were. "… twenty?" He added.

"Twenty what?" The woman asked when looking at the bills he was holding. "Dollars?"

He nodded his head. She rolled his eyes and showed him a baby-green coloured sweater. He looked at her. "This all you've got?" He asked her. Now it was her time to nod. He sighed and walked away in the wifebeater he was wearing. There was no way he would be wearing that sweater.