It is no secret Pepsi enjoys his walks. It is the one event of his daily activities he enjoys most. Walking gives him the opportunity to reflect on his day and clear his head. Doing such enables his mind to invest on new innovative ways to improve his organization and surrounding businesses. Then it suddenly hits him. His next business is going to be something along the lines of an adult daycare center. It will be the first of its kind. His mind is racing with excitement. He envisions his new idea will be popular by demand and prosperous for all cities on our shores. 

He finishes up his walk ironing out the details in his head. First things first. He must look at available property in Chicago. Preferably a warehouse. It must be gutted and renovated as if it would house children. While he lays out his floor plan for his organization, he decides to open up his idea to other prominent businessmen and women of these shores. 

Ladies and Gentlemen, the floor is yours!

Don Pepsi had approached her with his new business idea of an adult daycare, the thought puzzled her, though she had heard of similar institutions business though more a clinical style some called them mental asylums, Freyja on the other hand called them a solid investment for a good time.

Seeing Pepsi stewing over a warehouse deeming for it to be fit, eyeing the building, looking down at the plans drawing back deeply on the end of her cigarette, allowing the smoke to pool in her lungs feeling the slight burn before exhaling.
"Pepsi... will this facility be heavily medicating residents? Or educating them? Can you join the Dots here for me..."

Alice was walking the streets with her confidant the Cheshire cat, well it was actually his manical grin bouncing over her shoulder.  She heard a conversation about the need for an asylum , adult day care .  She knew asylums well having lived out five years of her life in one receiving the very treatment that caused her to become more unstable and create Wonderland as an escape. She knew what these asylum's, uhm adult day cares did not help the insane they rather reinforced their insane tendencies, if these were going to be anything like the one  she had escaped ,been  released from.

 She was  going to say something about these horrible places... Alice stumbled on her own feet  as memories of the shock treatment ran through her mind... 

Alice scrabbled off wanting to avoid any more flash backs of that place.

Only minutes before, Bacon was leisurely riding along in the taxicab that picked him up from the airport earlier that morning. Traffic was packed and the cabbie's incessant honking of the car honk had prompted on an aching headache. As a result, he had made the taxicab stop a block short of the piggy's intended destination. 

As he exited the vehicle Bacon happened to walk past the gathering crowd on the streets as he made his way to a hotel.

Coincidently, there was a local pharmacy adjacent to the ongoing conversation about some sort of sensational innovation that was about to be unveiled to the public. After browsing through the pharmacy's various medications and eventually purchasing his go-to brand Bricktop decided to check out what was going on with the "innovation" across the block.

As he approached the exhibit Bacon read a curious banner that hung above from the side of the building, "Welcome Idealists!" Above the banner was the American flag waving in the wind alongside the Pepsi logo which had been hastily mounted on the top of the building's radio antenna.

"I wonder what innovations and ideas people are discussing? Did the convention's host, Pepsi-Cola, have anything to reveal to the public?" Bacon asked himself rhetorically as he made his way to the entrance.