Michael had been following Matty for what felt like 2 days. 'It'll only be 100 miles'. Yea, whatever. Michael loved to use his weekends for important things like poker, escorts, and partying. If he was lucky he'd be playing poker with escorts at a party. Had Matty not told Mickey about this important adventure, he'd surely be buried face first where the sun doesn't shine. What could be so important about hiking? Matty had finally stopped and was staring ahead. When Michael finally caught up he laid eyes on a secluded mansion in the middle of nowhere.

"A real beauty isnt she? You know. I was secretly hoping you'd fall behind so I could lose you and enjoy the weekend myself, but unfortunately here you are. Michael, I look at you like a little brother. You remind me of me in so many ways. Back in New York you asked for an opportunity to work. You haven't disapppointed yet."

Matty handed Michael a set of keys without taking his eyes off the mansion.

"I'll be honest with you. The large barrels of anonymous feet pics from your female fans is starting to get out of hand. My first option was to move you to the basement but I'm afraid you would have enjoyed that too much. It's time for you to set up shop."