Before Frank could answer, his phone rang. The display read ROB.<br/><br/>Robert Davis walked out of the house he was staying it, a block away from Frank's, the phone to his ear as he went. After receiving the message he had put a denim jacket he wouldn't mind getting dirty on over his T-shirt and jeans and hurried out of the door, telling his mother's cousin that he was going out to help Frank. After all, the guy was on crutches. And he had an X-Box 360. And he'd mentioned something about a hot blonde.<br/><br/>His scruffy brown hair didn't quite stand on end from the cold - winter here was proving mild compared to back home in London - but it was still enough to make him pull his arms in closer as he walked over to Frank's, as he had plenty of times since arriving in America for this exchange trip six weeks ago.