Pieces.

Ace finds a frustrated Johann sitting on one of the couches staring at three pieces of metal.

Hey man how's Jill-oh... You want some help? he asks, seeing his friends frustration. Ace spends the next few hours helping J get his bike back together and purring like a big cat, the engine roaring in the garage section of the warehouse. He laughs and messes around with his friend, feeling like a seventeen year old kid again.

Later he stares contentedly around his warehouse, each of the rooms starting to take on the personality of their occupant, band posters, stereos, grease covered tool boxes.

Life is good. he thinks, and starts to text Zen.