It's a pleasant day in Hono-Lulu. The city is still an unholy mess, the firefighting teams have finally managed to extinguish the remaining fires a couple hours ago, but the sky is finally clear of smoke, there is a pleasant breeze coming from the ocean and the sky is empty of clouds.
Charles is walking to the soup kitchen, thinking how all the things that seemed so important for his future now seem incredibly small. Nights spent ruminating on how to best demonstrate his talent and finally get a promotion, worries about being good enough, useful enough.
He takes the usual shortcut through the underpass between Archimedes Square and Mim's Alley. It a really dodgy area of town, but safe enough in broad daylight.