I was over at my fiance's aunt's house which is in a pretty run down part of town. We're inside chatting with some of her family and she asks me to run out to her car to grab her laptop. I go ahead and do it, since I am such a nice, humble guy and as I'm heading back in, a guy I've never seen before in some shabby clothes comes walking across the street towards the door of their house like he had a purpose. He looked like he was on drugs really bad. I kept an eye on him, but didn't acknowledge him and walked in the door, closing it behind me. He walked in after me, and it turns out he was related to them and he was talking to her uncle's brother about turning himself in for something because he's wanted for breaking and entering, or burglary or something like that. He looked like he was on drugs because he was an addict. He seemed like a nice guy, but it made me nervous. Apparently he's known my fiance since she was little, and both her and the rest of her family seemed completely comfortable around him so I loosened up a little, but it was comforting to know that I was packing heat and could use it if need be.