After leaving the police station with a small fine for vandalism and a reminder to respect others' property, et cetera, Bob limped home. He stumbled up his garden path, with its cracked flagstones, and pulled the newspaper from his rusting mailbox. As he shoulder barged his way through his warped plywood door, and collapsed into his chair, the one thing going through his mind was: what am i going to do now? He dejectedly opened the newspaper, reading out of force of habit. His eyes were on the verge of glazing over… when something snagged his vision.
