All of a sudden, there was a yell from one of the apartments in the alleyway. “Oi, what are you doing here, this is private property!”. An old, hairy man peered out from a window at Pipkin. Tucking himself into a shadow, his heartbeat began to rage, Pipkin froze. The weird man was now very slowly strolling through the street towards him. He could hear his walking stick tapping along the cold, pebbled stones. Shadows moved. Suddenly, the old man approached pipkin and said “now  scram!!!”.