Tod careened down Fifth Avenue, bumbling into pedestrians as he tried to maneuver his guitar through the crowds. His shoulder length brown hair was increasingly becoming rumpled but no one seemed to notice except for the policeman sitting atop a chestnut horse.<br/><br/>The light turned green and the crowd moved him across the street. As he put his black boot on the curb, he bumped into a blond man with a pugalistic nose and broad shoulders.<br/><br/>"Excuse me, mate," Tod murmured.