John walked down the street, his messenger bag bumping against his thigh. He had been contacted by an old friend of his from California who said that people were asking about him. He had looked into it and been told to come to a building in New York. He was intrigued to say the least. John had been going as TK for the past couple of years, so the fact that anyone had figured out who he was made him suspect that they were very intelligent and resourceful. 

He reached the building and was blasted in the face by warm air, a stark contrast to the cold winds of the city. He walked around the entry way, his feet smacking against the cold tile and sending echoes through out the building. As he began searching through the building he came across a living room of sorts. A living room that was already occupied. Sitting on the half circle couch was a guy who didn't seem much older than him. He walked over and waved. "So are you the reason I'm here or is that someone else?"