Carlton chuckled to himself, "Does any part of me really look respectable? I think the last time I showered was 4 days ago, surprised you could put up with the smell to be honest". Carlton pulled his gun from his holster and looked down at it, making sure to check the safety was on as he looked down the sights aiming it off into one of the large fields beside them. 

"And this old thing? Well.. old habits die hard I guess", in this brief moment Carlton reflected on what his life was before the accident that had taken his wife and son from him. Carlton was once a police officer, only a beat officer mind you but still a respected member of society. Carlton snapped himself back into reality.. He did not want Rita having any clue of his past and he did not want to think of it either. He had become closed off since and wandering thoughts in the countryside was not about to change that.

Carlton looked up at Rita confused after being deep in thought and not listening to Rita, only catching a "Don't ya think?" as she kicked a small pot aside against a nearby fence. Luckily for Carlton she followed it up explaining she'd be one of those fun teachers. Carlton smirked again, "Oh yeah, you'd be a great teacher, I can see it now.. you'd be the art teacher. The kids would have no idea who Picasso was but they'd be expert graffiti artists, am i right?", of course Carlton had never seen Rita draw any graffiti but he guessed to himself it might come with her carefree lifestyle. 

Rita started to stride ahead and Carlton slowly moved into a small jog in order to keep up. However, he soon came to a stop as he looked off into the distance and saw what appeared to be a figure of an elderly person in the distance..