While Anari was interrupted in the hostel, a certain connection waited; Baptiste had commissioned a purchase of a particular bike for a client a good two months prior, one bike that just so happened to be currently on the taxi pad of the skyterminal at the other end of mid-town. Melie wasn't all that enthused over waiting, considering the nature of the beast he sat on. The pad attendants had taken note of the bike once he started unloading it- enough so that the thought of leaving it there to go look for the red-headed devil was put aside. The last thing Melie needed was the blasted thing stolen. He was going to give Baptiste another five minutes, and Melie was going to call the man. There was business to take care of, and he needed a farkin' drink. Yesterday. How Melie hated travel. (The other panel to the story wasn't put in the gallery, I had forgotten- sorry! Anari got a visitor at the hostel. XD) Continuing with Baptiste's story here.