The crowd was so crazy and fast in pace that no onewould notice except for me.We finally arrived at the artist’s alley on the fourthfloor, which...by this hour had been packed up and closed.All that remained were some groups of high school kidssitting and talking with one another and empty booths.To remain inconspicuous I let them continue walking, andI followed closely behind but casually so as not to drawattention. They banked around a corner, just past themen’s restrooms, now. She still makes movies, records music, and stars on TV, but she has become increasingly selective about her work and tries to spend as much time at or near home as she can manage. We have a large luxury flat in Tokyo where we can all stay when work keeps her there for an extended period, but everyone is happiest at our remote island home. Pat and Shinju are both models of domestic bliss and lovingly tend to our brood of children and keep the homesteads an oasis of serenity, even when everything. He turned his wrinkled face and smiled in delight.“Benjamin!” He greeted, “thank god you’re here!”“Morning Mr Daniels,” Ben took stock of all the boxes, and all scrap metal and machine parts that littered the cramped garage. “What uh, what do you need help with exactly?”The old man waved a dismissive hand at the chaos around him. “I’m working on a brand new project and I need all of this cleared away.”“What is,” Ben gestured to the boxes, “ all of this?”“Prototypes, failed experiments…junk, in. She asked if she had to and he said if she wanted him to go any further that she had to also. Jean leaned forward, reached behind her, unclasped her bra and let it fall to the side but kept her arms over her breasts. Fred waved his finger indicating that she couldn’t cover herself and her face turned 20 shades of red as she left her arms drop to her side. Even though Fred saw thousands of naked breasts on the internet and TV, Jean’s were the first ones he had seen since Betty died over 15 years.