As Louis Armstrong asked for any final questions, Leonard only shook his head in the negative, ready to begin the assignment. The group was ushered out the door, and Leonard took special care in not stepping on, or getting struck by, the crocodile's tail. Something told him that while it would only be uncomfortable for the swamp creature, such a mistake could be disastrous for himself.

Once outside, Arthur elected himself as the first to speak, expressing interest in procuring one of the vans Armstrong had suggested, while confessing his own lack of personal transport. [color=gold]"Indeed, such action would behoove yourself, as well as our reptilian ally. Should either Miss Blue or the younger Miss desire transport, my motorbike may carry one additional passenger, though I find myself abashed to admit I've no spare helmets for your protection."[/color] [i]Beep.[/i] A vibration in his pocket signaled Leonard that he had just received a text message, something they all had in common it had appeared. He yanked the phone from its placement, and made himself informed of the details Armstrong had sent each of them.

He listened intently to what Arthur had to say, nodding in acknowledgement. [color=gold]"Fine ideas all, in order to expedite our search. Should such efforts be in vain however, I would worry not. Stand users attract stand users, after all. I remain confident our quarry shall be within our grasp before the clock strikes twelve and we all become the proverbial pumpkin."[/color] He pocketed his cell phone then, and took a first step toward the door he had originally entered from, waving on for whoever was going to come with him. [color=gold]"I shall be checking the gardens and greenhouses from the streets aided by my stand, Free Bird. Should you desire contact, you already have my card."[/color]