<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/7HI4r.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Phil<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>Scoundrel<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Following<em>The Line</em><br/><strong>Time:</strong>9/3/2505, just after nightfall<br/><strong>With:</strong>Levi, Open<br/><br/>Phil made a pleading face towards the Levett.<strong>"Please sir, I promise we're heading straight home. We don't truck with the strikers, and we don't want to make you angry with us at all. So if you'd please let us through, I promise, cross my heart and hope to die, that we'll be off the street as soon as we can."</strong>He crossed his heart with his fingers at the appropriate time and tried his hardest to appear as if he was just trying to get his wife home as quickly as possible.