Casey hurriedly rushed around his kitchen, attempting to grab himself a quick breakfast and at least one cup of coffee before he had to hit the road. Every morning he was in a hurry, it seemed, and he was lost in his own little routine when the knock sounded at his door. At first, the man didn't hear it, but as it became increasingly persistent, it became impossible for him to ignore. With a small grunt, he sets down his coffee mug and heads to his door, opening it with what he hopes is a pleasant enough smile. "May I help you?"











