:: The landlord opens the door, wiping his nose on his arm. He waits impatiently for Erth.::

::Earth arrives and looks at the Landlord.::

(Umm.)

"Thanks."

(It could be worst, it could be worst...)

:: The landlord throws the keys at Erth.::

"Mess it up and you're for it!"

:: He leaves.::

::Erth catches keys, then sweatdrops.::

(Real friendly bloke. Bleh.)

::Into the apartment he goes and closing the door behind him.::

(The city isn't... bad so far. It just could be better. Heh.)

::Tossing the guide book onto a table somewhere, he sits down on the couch to watch the tv.::

::After spending so much time watching TV, Erth decided that he should do something useful. Like maybe look for a job or something.::

(Coming to San Fran was suppose to be... Oh who am I kidding...)

::Erth takes off to head to the hallway.::

[The entire apartment complex blows up. Fire destroys everything and kills anybody left inside: the explosion is far too violent to expect any survivors. Debris and plaster flies everywhere, and the noise is deafening. The building is destroyed and left in a flaming wreck.]