The garage of the auto body shop was like Hugh's home.

Sure, his actual apartment was the floor above it - but he spent so much time repairing motorbikes and cars in the garage that sometimes he forgot where his bed really was, as most nights he spent half-asleep at his worktable.

Currently, lying beneath a car in the garage, Hugh was repairing parts. He knew it was dangerous to do this sort of work alone, especially when the only thing he had to rely on was the car jack holding up the machine he lie beneath; but he was too proud of his work to really care too much. At least he left the garage door open so someone could help if there was an emergency.