The Maestro could scarcely believe he was down to his last few coins already, and whilst he could probably buy what he needed, he also wasn't sure about his continued flow of cash as he waited for the price or Marijuana to rise.

And so there he was finding objects by the side of the road, scavenging for what he needed for his new home and doing his best to handmake everything from these scraps as he had done in Paris and various cities in the US. All this was old hat to him, and he in fact seemed quite eager to see what he could find.

It was as he picked up a large piece of rubber, perhaps from a broken car tire, that he became aware he was not alone. Blue eyes scanning the area more warily as most of his other movements naturally froze.