Edgar Flores is a garbage man. He's been in sanitation for a decade and he doesn't mind it very much. He's not that sensitive to smell, and for the most part his routine suits his life very well. People have bad things to say about garbage men of course, but Edgar ignores them.

It doesn't matter to him, really. He's making an honest living and supporting two daughters and a wife whose disability keeps her work options limited to freelance writing. They're not a rich family by any means, but they get buy, and he's never felt shame in his job.

He finds Frank Castle near a dumpster on a Saturday evening. The moon is high in the sky and the streetlights flicker ominously.

"Are you hurt?" he asks.

"Busted up, but I'll survive," the man says. At first, Edgar has no idea who he's talking to, but then he sees him and recognizes him from the trial.

"I know who you are."

"Congratulations," The Punisher huffs, looking at him with an annoyed expression. "I'm getting out of here."

"I'll give you a ride somewhere," Edgar offers. He knows that the man has a code and he gets it. Honestly, he'd never have the stomach to off even the worst criminal scum, but he gets why someone would. "Is there somewhere I can take you?"

Castle's eyes flicker upward. It's like he judges Edgar's character, a split second judgement, really. Then, he nods slowly.

"I have a house not far from here," he whispers. "Thank you."

Frank watches the man in the driver's seat of the garbage trunk. He's alert, watching the road, but he's nervous. He has a lot of reasons to be nervous.

"Don't you usually have other guys with you in the truck?" he asks.

"Yeah," the man says. "They left early and I was just running the truck back in, that's all."

Frank then goes quiet, until he sees a kid's drawing on the top of a bag on the floor of the cabin.

"Kids?" he asks.

"Two girls, yeah," says the garbage man.

"It's right here," Frank says, and the truck comes to a stop. "Take care of those girls, alright? Thank you."

Then he leaves.