"The man answered the door, shotgun in hand. His leg itched, so he knew there was trouble. There was no one outside, was it the neighborhood kids messing with him? No, it couldn't be, his leg itched terribly, so it couldn't be them. Or at least not just them. Could it be....?" "This sounds like we've come in in the middle of the story." "Shush, it'll all be clear soon." "It's more practical to start at the beginning." "It's called in media res , go look it up." "I know what in media res is." "Guys, let him continue. I want to know what happens." "Of course you'd stick up for him." "We don't always agree on things." "It's been a long time since you two really fought." "We're getting side tracked." "Isn't that usual?" "Kind of, but it's also rude." "Can I continue?" ...