Meanwhile over by the cigar store indian of Tobacco Row, Daris and Fern were sitting on a bench smoking a way. They were surrouded by cigar stubs and pack of cigarettes dropped by them and everyone else milling about the place. They took one long drag on their cigarettes tossing aside the butts. They looked at the girls running about to the long street. One or two seem to stumble and fall down, getting up they walk a little hunched over. The muddled voices in the background starts to sound a little odd as well. They look at each other and shrug lighing up yet another cigar.
Suddenly...