<span style="font-family: 'Georgia'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">The night air was vicious as Trevor had to pull his jacket closer which he hardly ever did. He wasn't the one who got cold easily. As he continued to walk down the busy streets, he lifts his head up to scan the area. <i>It's a busy night tonight. I can see the teenagers are at it again.</i> Those weren't the only thoughts running through his mind as he puts his head back down and continued to walk. <br/>
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He does stop however to give a poor, homeless man some change to at least get him some food, "Here you go," he says while placing the money in his hands. "Bless you," replies the homeless man as Trevor continues on with his walk home. <i>Bless me,</i> he thought as he just shook his head. He wasn't much of a religious man ever since spending a tour in Iraq while serving in the US Army. He had seen some crazy shit while over there. But nothing really compared to the horrors here at home. <br/>
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As Trevor was moving along the path, he notices a girl sitting in a mud puddle. He took a minute to stop. He scanned the area to see if there was anyone watching her as he took a few steps forward. "Excuse me," he calls out with his baritone voice hoping to get her attention.</span></span>