Frankenstein ambled up along the empty city street.  There was a pop from somewhere towards the car's rear, but Jynmi didn't duck down because after a lot of practice he'd learned to detect the subtle difference between bullets and something important in the rear of his vehicle giving a death rattle.  "I don't know what that was."  He put the car into park and pulled out the keys, just in case someone was dumb enough to steal the vehicle because of the kind of thinking that lead people to believe that old and valuable were the same thing.  "But I'm sure its going to be expensive."  He got out of the car and dropped the keys into his pocket.  

The picture of mr. Glimmer appeared in his hand and he turned it around to double check the address.  "The right spot at least."  He kicked his car's front tire, not too hard though, because such an act would anger the god(s) of old automobiles who'd see to it that everything still intact would suddenly crack in half.  "And so there goes the day's bright side.  Now, let's see what kind of sucker punch I'm walking into."  There was no reason to believe there'd be any punching what so ever, the fact wasn't lost on Jynmi, it was just a certain something in the air that whispered to him about how the day was going to end with at least a single black eye, and he felt better believing it was going to come completely out of nowhere as opposed to somewhere he'd be able to easily spot and avoid.  

Five minutes and three wrong turns later, and Jynmi was almost certain he'd found the right hallway.  "Okay.  So it should be this one right here."  He stopped, and pointed at what he hoped would be the correct door.  It was hard to pull his attention away from the paper, but he managed.  "Yep, this is the room."  He reached to knock but stopped upon realizing there was a bit of space between the door and its frame.  "Mmm maybe he's home?  Can I bet that lucky?"  He knocked twice softly, and slowly pushed the door open.  "Hello?  Mr. Glimmer, are you here?  I'm a friend, maybe."