Rayford's street, in the slums of despair.

The elderly lady (who we will call Dorothy Jane Greek from here on) recalled experience from last night.

******* Flashback *******

Dorothy and her firstborn son, Andre had gone back to her current home and unexpectedly met her husband.

Despite being old, traces that he was a handsome guy were visible. He looked at his wife for explanation. Dorothy stepped forward and hugged her husband.

"He's my son, Bruce. He's my firstborn whom I've not seen for years." she explained with an emotional tone.

"Really! My son come closer let me take a good look at you" he beckoned and Andre did so....