A tennis ball rolled on to his path. Immidiately followed by two by now very well known creatures. "Well, if these aren't the two lunch thieves," he said more to himself than anyone else. The dogs were too preoccupied with getting the ball to pay attention to him anyway. As the two ran away, Katsuro followed the direction they went with his eyes. And indeed there he was. Katsuro put out his cigarette and blew out the last bit of smoke before strolling over to Greg.