It is night. A dreary night in the lonely city. The girl walks from the train down pungent alleyways. she walks to the corner building, in which there is a cove. It is in this doorway of the corner building that she studies his art. The light flickers; turns off. Cocking her head to the side, she stares at these pictures. She reads the words. Her heart beats very fast. Between the cracks of brick she places a note. she smokes a cigarette, and then she leaves.