"Mr. Lance, I know this is too much, but we are really out of options."
An elderly man who looks to be in his fifties stands before Lance, his life and this blow have hunched his back, making him appear less well.
He is very skinny, wearing a gray hat, "I have lost the ability to work, I've been looking for a job lately, but... no one is willing to hire me."
"All my savings are in the bank, I could have relied on these savings to survive, but now..."
He chokes up a bit as he speaks, "I've lost hope to carry on, Mr. Lance."
"I know this isn't your problem, but I... I want to live, Mr. Lance, my grandson hasn't grown up yet."
"I want to see him graduate, see him marry, see his children..."
He wipes his tears, "I don't know what to say, but I want to live!"
Burton, beside him, introduces the elderly man's situation to Lance.
His wife has been dead for many years, and his son also died due to a workplace accident, leaving behind a child, by good luck.
