"He doesn't really talk ever. I got the appartment, filled out some contracts, and haven't spoken since. Just give the payments to me and I will drop it off." He drank some of his water, eating a cube of ice. "Hey, look at this" Owen made his water start to bubble, the ice sank to the bottom and reemerged as a small ice sculpture of the bridge connecting Tampa and St Petersburg. He placed the bridge on the table in front of Mable, "It won't melt, not unless I make it."