A white Dodge pickup pulls into the parking lot of the Ricoh Coliseum in Toronto. After the engine is shut off, the man behind the wheel sits there for a moment. There is a white bandanna on his head, and shades over his eyes. He visibly sighs, then gets out of the truck.

He goes to the back of the vehicle, and reaches over the side. He grabs a duffel bash, and a long wooden box, which is latched. He hosts the bash over his shoulder, and walks into the arena.

Walking around the arena, he seems to be looking for someone.

|Q-Ball|
Where the hell is he?

He sighs again, and continues his search

Q-Ball looks the guy who approached him up and down. He cocks an eyebrow.

|Q-Ball|
Well, I'm obviously not looking for you. Else, you wouldn't be asking who I'm looking for.

Q moves to brush by the guy.

Q stops, lowers hid head and laughs. He turns back to the petulant pup.

|Q-Ball|
Breath smells like horse jizz? You must be smelling your upper lip, son. But, if ya must know, I'm looking for one of my students. Goes by the name of Grime.

Q stares after the guy, a weird look on his face. He shakes his head, and continues on his way, his search still not finished...