With backpack in hand, nearly a hundred dollars lighter, and a smile on his face Matt left the taxi with a wave in its general direction as he folded out his walking cane with a snap. Whistling a happy tune Matt focused on his glasses until a picture of the world in front of him appeared. The mansion was a dreary thing, very unfriendly and not the place he would have picked himself but he digressed. However that didn't get his attention as much as the truck did, along with the parked bike and the girl sitting on the porch. Snapping back to reality Matt began making his way to the mansion, walking cane waving all the way. 

In little to no time the the squish of soil was replaced by the crunch of gravel. Not long after that the cane met with the wood of the porch he felt his way around until he could sit comfortably on the steps. Taking a little sigh Matt says, "So...what keeps you from going inside?"