Snake had spend the past year mostly amongst the humans to which he once belonged. He had worked on another movie, another blockbuster in Asia, and spend the remainder of his time travelling around the world, often by very mundane means, picking up more books and rare manuscripts for his collection.<br/><br/>When he is done with the same challenges he puts out every year, he smiled at the world. The person trying to scam him entertaining as always, even though the challenges are too easy. The game of chess with the old man started to look a bit worrying for him, as he might lose that one. The old man that is, as losing a game isn't something he worried about. After all, one loses one game and wins three. As always without a word he put the pearl in his pocket and then he looked around, seeing his colleagues on top of the temple.<br/><br/>A slight shift of sight to the Mythic Earth and a warm word and a flirtatious smile to a passing spirit of air and he had himself carried to the roof to join them.<br/><br/>"Journey to the West." he said, looking upon the book in Monkey's hands, "that's an entertaining story. How have you been my friends ?"<br/><br/>Putting his hands in his pockets he shifted his perception back to the Prozaic and he smiled at his associates.