"Thank you. I'm not that talented. I just try to practice. I'd like it to sound the way it does in my head. It's never quite right. I wish I could grasp at the true music." Nicolas realized that he must sound as if he was out of his mind, so he offered a smile and shrugged his shoulders. "The hell with it, right?"

He walked over to the wall he'd hit before, this time to lean against it. Pulling out a pack of cigarettes, he first took one out for himself, then offered the pack to Spike. "Who're you hiding from?"