It was a sinkhole in the middle of town, accessible from nowhere and nothing. A hidden cubby hole, with a cub ta boot (Tony the lime green bear cub; see: left).
Here she could smoke her white sticks and think in private, away from all the hubbub. A hub of inactivity. Who to invite here? Prince? Nah — she needs to get away from the driven musician, think about what he’s said. She can acquire a heart, much like the Tinman of Oz but here a Tinwoman. That’s it: I’ll have guests come in here and tell their story, like Tin Lizzy of Cyberpunk 2077 fame, another musician, another maid of metal. But — later (on all that). First I need to think for myself and myself only (puff puff).
After a couple more puffs, Tony is able to give his own opinion on the subject. “Start with Red.”
Red? she thinks. Who’s Red?
