The beeps of automobiles and horse hooves alike sound off in the early morning, mixing with the torrential rains that pound down in all throughout New York, 1899. Under a public awning, Spot Conlon, king of Brooklyn stands, elbow on a nice cane while he hocks papers to those running into the large eatery and deli behind him, seeking shelter from the storm. "Extra, extra! Railroad strike enters eighth day, floods affect lower alli-titude areas..." he mumbles, struggling a bit with reading altitude before shrugging. "The hell is altitude? Eh, Barnham and Bailey circus, touring in Europe, Barnham offends queen!" He keeps yelling headlines, and a few take the bait.

He was always a quick seller, and flips through the magazines to see how many he had left to sell when he takes note of a second figure coming to stand under the awning for a moment.