Sitting in a quiet bar in Aberdeen, a dude walks in all flustered. Some kid just got stabbed! Call the cops. (or he said something to the like, hard to distinguish through thick Scottish accent). A couple people get up to see what the excitement is all about outside, while most of the people stay in their seats. I, of course, stay in my seat, having always had the fear of getting stabbed keeping me glued to my chair. A couple of the old guys sitting at the bar are like muttering something to the like of Fuck 'em, fucking junkies. Sirens are heard in the distance. A couple of people who had gone outside are now back in, unimpressed. He's fine. He's walking around.