Divergence discussion

(Roleplay here. I may add specific settings as well.)

Falladin made his last rounds in the truck, stopping off to park it in the garage before turning he keys in and walking down the street, hands in pockets. His work uniform was warm and comfortable in the cool night air, a relief and bonus from his job. That was one thing he never lacked--warmth. His home, as he liked to call it, was shielded from the wind and rain, and his work clothes were always cozy and fitting. Grateful the day was over, he made his way to the small, sorry-looking shack he called home, whistling softly himself as he went.