You're home in Winterbourne, and you've settled back in with your family in your old childhood home. You wake up in the morning and step onto your front porch, your breath appearing in front of you due to the cold. A loud smash gets your attention; sounds like it came from next door. Concerned, you knock on your neighbor's door. You wait for a solid minute before it opens. Rudy is there, the remains of his guitar in one hand. He discards it to the side before he weakly glares at you. "What?"
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