It's just a grocery store in America. Nothing fancy at all. A parking lot with more spaces than the building's occupancy maximum. It's here we see a plain looking Chevrolet Trailblazer pull into a handicap spot. The driver opens his door as the passenger door opens. The old man braces himself on the hand rail of the door itself, stepping out with difficulty. Aging isn't his strong suit. From the passenger door we see Bobby Bourbon swiftly step out and round the vehicle, assisting the older man out.

"Dad, you want me to grab a cart?"

"No, I have to make sure I don't get one with a bad wheel!"

Bobby waits as his father passes him, and takes position behind his right shoulder, pacing as fast as the old man's gait will carry him.