A loud repetitious clanking could be heard rounding the block. An old, rusted, beat up coupe was slowing coasting to a halt in front of the house. It's harsh yellow exterior was chipping and scratched, the tires were worn, and the chrome had lost it's shine. The man that stepped out of the car was very similar in appearance. He wore an old brown jacket, under which his white colored shirt was swathed in his bright blue tie. His smile surprised Drake. The man looking directly at him.
"Drake, i'm the one that wrote you that letter, and i apologize for my tardiness. I hopefully can answer all of your questions, but yes, you two are siblings," The smile still bright on his face.