The car that rolls up is dusty with the hallmark of country roads in summer, pulling into an obviously well-used spot next to where Knock Out is parked. The woman behind the wheel appears about 50 years old, greying but neatly kept. "Hello," she greets Rogue as she gets out of the car, smiling with an air of perplexed curiosity. "Can I help you with something? I don't think we were expecting guests today..."

From the back seat of the dusty sedan, a young boy wearing a baseball uniform and about 12 years old climbs out and bounces over to circle Knock Out excitedly. "Aunt Heather, look at this cool car!"