[The front of one of the buildings is no longer obscured, revealing a grocery store through the window]
Alex:
(muffled) How much is a hunting knife?
Kallisto:
(muffled) 6 dollars, why do you ask? What's the occasion?
Alex:
(muffled) Been thinking about how dangerous these streets are, realized that I have zero ways of defending myself.
Kallisto:
(muffled) Fair enough, don't want to have the lower hand if you get caught by the wrong guy.
[Kallisto rings up Alex's knife, they say a brief 'have a nice day' and Alex leaves the shop.]
[Alex walks by the alleyway and sees the raccoon staring creepily from the shadows. He does not see Kallisto staring creepily from the cashier counter through the window.]
Alex:
Oh, would you look at that. We meet again.
[Grungle marches up with his little raccoon legs and hands Alex a new note]
Alex:
What is it with you and telling me to go to the lake, you little creep?
[Grungle grabs the note, rips it up and storms off back into the alleyway.]
Alex:
Wow, rude. Who gave that raccoon the right to have that attitude?
[Alex leaves.]