You ride on, leaving the man in existential troubles behind.
The night comes and goes, and another day slides away from you, and suddenly, you are in the bustling city of City-ville.
In the center of it all, is the Big Bank of Evil Capitalists. Bustling in and out are tons of evil old rich guys, surrounded by strong body-guards.
You sigh and march inside.
The noise of all the people inside is nigh unbearable, people yelling at each other, noise of jazz loops broken down from years of the tape not being changed.

You wait in line, standing amongst against a bunch of people who were trading inherited money on stocks their parents had stolen.
You wanted to scream and shout, but you had to find out