He recognized the warehouse where he did his work. It had only been a few months since he had fled from the independent district. Now, he tried not to feel sad that his wife was further in the city, resting in the hospital. Their son was still likely to arrive before the scheduled date, but there was some hope now that things would be alright. Yeah, it was a stressful time and he had bumped it up a little when he decided to step off the ship and throw his future in with another group in the company of new people. Those he had spent the last few months with were so brilliant and had become good friends. Still, it was undeniable how the climate could change in rapid succession when the head man arrived. The dark cloud would loom in above the tiny warehouse and the discomfort was unavoidable and undeniable. Yes, it was a good time to leave, yet it was more stress on top of the stress. He was tired. The cursing in the next room was uncomfortable, but he would soon be free of it. More frie...