You're outside, that much you know upon first examination. There's a building in front of you, objects that you might know as cars parked by glass doors and windows that glow with the lights inside. Look up, and you might just see -- though, it's really hard to miss anyway -- large letters that read LARUSSO bolted to the wall.

Either you recognise this as a car dealership, or you're going to have some ideas about a certain Miyagi-do dojo, if you happen to know who that last name belongs to.

But that's not where the owner of this memory is looking, is. There's a view to large garage doors, but there's a young man standing by a wall that pokes out from that, more to the side and not as well-lit, no interior lighting to bring attention to this part of the lot. He's waiting, dressed in work clothes, on the cusp of a decision.

You know, because he knows, that two guys are coming to rob the place -- that they're coming with the expectation that he'll let them in, take whatever they can get their hands off while he makes sure there's no trace of them ever being here. They told him about the plan, and they've done this plenty of times before, elsewhere.

He would have gone along with it, a couple of weeks ago. But the face he's making to himself as he seems to be waiting speaks enough without his thoughts. A couple of weeks ago, he didn't have a man teaching him karate, showing him the way his body can move by instinct; a just a few days ago, he had that same man letting him into a room filled with small bonsais, careful and delicate, telling him, you have strong roots.

Visualise what you want your future to look like, and make it happen.

A far off future is hard to imagine, but Robby knows who he doesn't want to be.

You hear then the sound of hurried steps, of talking, and you recognise the voices, even if you don't the people. But Robby - taking in a deep breath - moves off away from the wall and rounds the corner, meeting the two looking for him.

'Where the hell is he at?'

'I dunno.'

'I'm right here,' speaks up Robby from behind, getting them to turn in surprise. One chastises him for sneaking up on him (a white guy in red), while the other (a black guy in a cap) asks about the code for the door in. 'Yeah, I got it,' Robby informs them, and the one who asked is itching to get going, praises Robby.

But the other one is watching him, knows. He raises a finger to stop the other, eyes staying on Robby.

'What you waiting on, man? Let's do it, where's the code?'

Robby looks down, knowing how this will go--they're not going to like his answer. But he looks back up again, at them. He's made his decision.

'I can't.'

'Can't what?' asks the one who's been watching Robby this entire time, taunting in the question. 'Remember the code?'

'Sorry, I mean I won't. I always get those two confused.'

'Robby, Robby.' The guy in the cap punches a fist in his hand. 'C'mon, man, don't do this. Just open the god damn door.'

'It's not gonna happen,' Robby answers firmly, and the guy laughs, turning to his friend.

'He's really gonna make me do this,' he tells him, before turning around with a fist aimed at Robby's head--but he's already raising up a hand, meeting it in a block that surprises even Robby to see. Looking at his hand, staring at the other two.

The guy in the cap laughs, while the other remarks, 'What, ninja boy teach you some karate or something?', but the first is back on Robby. Punching, blocked, but he can't stop himself getting grabbed. He manages to get out of it however as another fist comes swinging for him, keeping up a good defence. But it's still two against one, and even as he's kicked into another's hold, manages to elbow his way out and to get one to punch another, it's an attack to Robby's side that leads him open to getting thrown to the floor.

He's kicked hard to the stomach, and he can't manage to work himself up onto his feet -- so he scrambles towards the wall, the two laughing behind him, following to where he's been cornered.

'Nowhere to run,' threatens the guy in the cap, hunching towards him.

'Nowhere to hide,' Robby answers -- and points up at the camera facing the doors, its red light flashing. It's recorded everything, you know, even if you've never seen a security camera before.

The other two know what it is, cursing. The one in red points at Robby with a threat ('you better watch your ass') before the pair run off, and Robby can relax. Breathing hard from the fight, knowing--he can stay down here for long. He should see if the footage is stored locally, and see if he can change it. Unless he's lucky, and no one ever checks the night's recordings. Not without an alarm being tripped.

It's the one last thing he'll do, Robby thinks, that he shouldn't. Because Mister LaRusso can't know--

He doesn't want him to know.