You walked along the beach. A small breeze was in the air. In your bag was the small egg of a raptor. All you can think about is your new pet that you don’t notice the hawk dive on you. It flys around you clawing with its talons before knocking you down. It perches on another Pearson shoulder. He walks up pulling out a pistol and putting it to your head the next thing you know you lay dead on the beach.