I see a man.

A man running from something, he is quite stressed. This man is in his mid sixties, this particular man hasn't shaved for weeks and has developed a beard quite thick for the small amount of time going unshaved.

He is wearing the wool cloth sweater his daughter tailored for him last christmas when there was a terrible coldstreak outside. His daughter and him had developed a special bond during these later years, at this stage he would catch a bullet for her without having to think twice

However at exactly 1:55 in this scenario the man falls to the ground hurting himself terribly. Something must have gone ever so wrong until a man of his age starts sprinting like it was 30 years ago.

As he rises from the ashes which is his own blood pouring down on the sidewalk this thursday afternoon he looks down noticing that his sweater is ripped. Remembering him of why he is running and that he needs to continue doing so in order to settle the score.