Elisha gave Hadyn a long, patient look before he went through the turnstile and turned towards the Loop-bound Brown line train. "I hate the El today," he said, "because my dominant hand's wrapped in a bandage and we're about to go swimming against the stream up these stairs."

He usually used public transit himself. The car was mostly for transporting his pieces to galleries and grocery shopping. And massive cat food runs, which reminded him. "Since you're off the next two days, you know what you're going to have to do, right?"

Meows of rage, Hadyn. Pull-tab cans.