The text message was unexpected. As far as Sandro figured Alistair didn't even know he was in the states. It had been far too long since Sandro had seen the man. Rumors had drawn Sandro from his latest curiosity (a failure that it had been) and now this message. He figured he might as well show up, it'd be rude not to right? 

Sandro's vespa was in storage, with nearly everything else he owned, so he hailed a cab. The cab was stuffed with impressions, too many to focus on any one thing, and none of them strong enough to stand out amongst the crowd of passing thoughts. He found the home of the Kingston's with only a vague memory of the address. 

He exited the cab, paying the fare with crisp bills. With a humorous grin Sandro strolled to where Alistair stood, impossible to miss, "Hello Al." The old joke never seemed to tire on the vampire.