[color=fff79a][b]WELL, SHES NICE[/b][/color]

Hopping on his bike Thread cycled around the corner, weaved between the toppled van and body pile and through a wide alleyway, arriving in a dead end with only one house, a small two story house with white paint and dark boarded up windows, specks of red cover its walls.

"Here we are. You can pop the ride in the garage." Thread said this as he walked his own bike up the driveway and into the small metallic hut. Exiting he welcomed her into the house via the back door - after unlocking the three padlocks that held the door shut.[@Kitty]