Braam bury his hands in his pockets, lowering his head and walked right into the blowing force, the cold wind whipping his face, ruffling up his hair. It was early December, and the colorful leaves that had recently floated to the ground, rustled around the asphalt as the wind blew. He shivered, as he trudged through the wall of icy wind. Before finally, twisting the doorknob and popping the door open. He was greeted with a rush of warmth, the same warmth of a home, a place to stay for the night. He was presented with a handsome main area, with a carpeted floor and a bar.
Noticing that the employees were currently occupied, he strolled over to one section of the main room and flopped down onto a blue velvet sofa. Positioning himself directly in front of the plasma TV, flicking on the box. He began to channel surf, flipping through stations mindlessly. Until he stopped at the MLB Network channel, they were reporting that apparently Albert Pujols had signed an rather extensive deal with the Los Angeles Angels. Braam got sucked into the box, lost in the flickering light...As he waited for somebody to come and get him.