David sighed. He leaned against a streetlight, he took a long deep breath of the cigarette and blew out the smoke, his mind went a bit blank as he looked at the sky. ''Focking A, guys....'' He said, with a British accent. He never lost the accent which his mother spoke with every now and again, sometimes he would drop his traditional American English and speak his mother's accent, just to remember her. Steph and his dad could see him if they looked in the right direction, he could see neither of them, he was too occupied with the sky and his cig.<br/><br/>He put the tazer in his back pocket, and pinched the bridge of his nose. ''Focking bastards.....God....Soddit....Too much shite happening in one day, ugh...'' He gave his eyes a rub, would turn out pretty shitty if Patrick would arrive now, oh well, he pro wouldn't recognize him as an Anderson...even if they did, he couldn't care less. ''Mom....fuck you...why'd you have to die'' he muttered, rubbing his eyes as they were stressed. He took another puff out of his cigarette.