Sweep, sweep, sweep goes the broom on the floor. It's master, a young man with honey blonde hair and downcast, pale blue eyes held the object in tight hands. His face was blank, minus a small crease of concentration between his eyes. He was doing some small chore tasks, outside of his normal job listings, at the .Net Hacker shop.

The man stops sweeping the spot and blinks furiously. He lifts his head and looks around, embarrassed. Poor Luca had gone into a rhythmic trance of the sound and motion of the broom he held. The cause of bringing him out of his stupor was a faint buzzing coming from his pocket. He reaches into the buzzing pocket and pulls out a PDA. On it's face was a message.



Luca smiles at the message. It's a faint glow that passes quickly. He shakes his head.

"My apologies Au'ret. I guess I got caught up in my own imaginings. It's so boring this time of day. And no one's here either."