Chris was working at the warehouse district on the north side of town just trying to stay away from people. Some of the workers that saw him there frequently were among the only people that Chris could call a friend, and even that wasn't really what they were. Sure they hung-out together, but Chris never really connected with them. He usually just kept to himself trying not to engage with people. _Why is this so hard for me?_ A question that he often. Chris has always had a hard time trusting people, and he his past makes it even harder. Chris continued to drive his forklift, moving crates from the warehouse to the loading bay, then took his lunch break. While sitting at one of the tables, a couple of guys sitting next to him making conversation, Chris heard a tone from his duffel bag. _I haven't heard that..._ he though. It had been so long since Chris had used the Titan Communicator that he had forgotten what it sounded like. Digging around in the bag he held up the yellow, puck shaped, device and read the message. At first he had no expression then he realized what it really was. gathering all his things off the table, he stood from the table and slung the bag over his shoulder. 
"Hey, Chris, where's the fire?" on of the guys said and the all turned to him. Chris turned to meet their gazes, and struggled for words.
"I, uh... That was my grandmother. She fell and is on her way to the hospital." He hoped this was enough, and to his relief they responded.
"Well don't just stand there!"

After explaining to his manager Chris clocked-out and began making his way to the tower. He walked a little ways down the street from his work to get to the bus stop. looking at the schedule to see when the next bus would show then sat down and pulled out his Ipod to begin listening to music while he waited.