“No, I’m not gonna give up that easily, gotta see who’s at the bottom of these steps.” you
think. You turn up the frayed collar of your denim jacket and continue down the stairs.
The saxophone is getting louder, the Coltrane tune wailing into the lonely night.
You finally reach the bottom of the stairs and look out onto the platform. Ahead of you,
playing the sax, is an old man wearing an umpire suit and a cheap plastic Darth Vader
mask.
As you approach the man stops playing. "Where am I?" you ask.
"The Cleveland Underground." he replies tersely.
"And who are you?" you ask.
"Isn't it obvious? ... I'm your father, Luke!" He responds, removing the mask.
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