Somewhere amongst the thousands of streets in City 13.
Ferris pushed the cart with a magnificent pile of recyclables, at the bow sat the retired hero who was enjoying the cooling temperatures at the time of sunset.
Despite the fact that Ferris had been pushing and collecting all day long, he couldn't shake the idea of being homeless.
He sighed as he thought, I know I could request Miss Prin for temporary lodging, but for some reason I'm still quite bothered.
Ferris looked forward, although he could only see the pile of cardboard in front of him, he knew that the man was still there sitting at the front and freeloading off of his young strength.
Ever since the two met, Ferris hadn't asked for his name yet, but wasn't interested in knowing and neither seemed the old man.
"Hey sir, I don't remember recycling being a decent paying job, but what are you going to buy for your daughter."
Mediman laughed beyond the cover of the cardboard pile.
