Walter is in the basement, working in his lab, which is nothing of a surprise. He is pretty much always in his lab, tinkering and working. The only thing that brings him out is his daughter Sally who he loves, and would do anything for, though he needs help getting her places since he no longer has a license. It's not so much that he lost it, as he can't afford a car or insurance, and uses Uber when he needs to get someplace. It's from this ride that Sally comes in, calling out "Hey Dad I'm home".
Walter can hear a tone in her voice and knows something is wrong, so he heads upstairs and finds her pouring a bowl of cereal. If she is eating cereal just before dinner time, he knows she is really bothered, so sits with her "Hey baby, what's wrong, did you do poorly on that test you were worried about?" She sighs "no, I actually had second highest grade in the class, my fears were for nothing. About that at least." she sighs and scoops some more cereal. "C'mon Sal, tell me what's wrong." She puts the spoon down roughly "I dunno why I should tell you, this isn't one of those problems you can fix.... It's about my boyfriend, Ron".
Walter had seen Ron a few times. The 18-year old boy appeared to be somewhat clumsy and, to be frank, a dork.
"Oh? What's the matter with him?" Walter asks innocently.
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