Conan was walking down the streets of New York. He just got done with tour as he headed back to the house he rented for this trip.

Most of the shops were closing now since it was around 12:00, but a few were still open here and there.

He was enjoying the sound of the music from the nearby stores, reading the billboards above building and staring at the many things in the windows of various stores.

As he was walking, someone bumped into his chest.