It was several miles, the first part through the shopping district, which was already starting to fill with people. Chris even got a few props from people coming up to him, asking if he was the lead guitarist for Iron Cast Stomachs, and wanting autographs. Apparently they'd seen his Youtube videos... this had the feel of Ptricia's handiwork. As he got nearer the docks, it went over from shop fronts with business hi-rises over them, and shopping centres, to more industrial buildings, workshops, small factories and warehousing. There was a lot less foot traffic here, but quite a bit of transport.<br/><br/>Eventually, he ended up in the area that Ptricia's warehouse was, the apparent de-militarized zone. Here the warehouses were boarded up, or heavily secured, if they weren't abandoned. Chris got looks from what could only be described as the denizens, not that there were many visible, each clearly intent on their own business. Fortunately, since Chris was wearing his clothes from the day before, and they hadn't been particularly fancy even then, he didn't look worth mugging. Even they dissappeared as he entered the street where Ptricia's warehouse was.<br/><br/>OOC: Do you want insane thug who's not up on the street knowledge that enetering those streets is a bad idea to try the mugging thing? We havn't had a good fight scene in ages.