Tedd has never seen the leaves turn orange as fast as they had this year. It was quite the perculiar feeling, walking around in early September and already seeing orange leaves that had falled on the sidewalks.

Usually, it'd take atleast until the middle of the month, in America--though now, in England, it seems like the leaves have made a sudden decision to change sooner. Or perhaps, the leaves turned somber sooner in the cold and rainy streets of London.

Tedd wanders on the streets, eyeing the buildings, as if he'll remember them once taking the same path back to his hotel room. A cold breeze runs through the air and immediately caused Archer to shiver. Even with his coat and hat on, he still felt as if the cold was somehow attacking his body. And it wasn't even all that chilly.

After walking through the foreign streets of London alone, Archer reached his destination. A small painting studio. The blue apartments was covered in vines and all sorts of strange plants. It was clear the building was not very new--infact, Tedd was sure he'd find a very old resident in this house.

The wooden staris creaked underneath his feet as he walked upwards. He'd gotten used to taking the new 'elevators' they'd installed mostly everywhere in America; so walking up the stairs was not much diffrent than running a marathon for him. Elevators were a new invention, too, and this old apartment had no trace of it.

Finally, Tedd reached an opened door, and walked inside hesitantly. A chalkboard sitting in the hall just outside the doorway informed him this was the right place. The same painting stupid he'd been wanting to come to.

"Hello?" he greeted awkwardly, voice echoing throughout the building hallway, due to the open door. He cleared his throat and walked further inside, laying eyes on a man painting. A man, whom he assumed would be {{user}}.