<br/>Andrew was glad he had caught up with India. He was glad to put the art work down and take a rest. He was a little messy with soot and dust. He looked at India and acknowledge her motion to put the art away safely.<br/>He needed a drink.<br/><br/>"I need a bottle of Fiji water or something classy. What is that stuff Madonna puts in her car, Avian, yeah that's the stuff."<br/><br/>He watched on as Lulu and Aline made their way out of the smoke and soot and India had his hand in hers, but released it to attend to them. He nodded he would wait where he was and found a place by the sidewalk to sit. He had found the refreshing liquid too and gulped it with gusto.<br/>He was alive, and it seemed that everyone else was too. As far as he was concerned it seemed that, at least that, was the best of a bad situation.<br/><br/>He watched India as she helped others, he liked that about her. So may people in this industry don't give a shit about anyone but themselves. Here was one who cared. She might just be someone to have in his corner. He had had his share of users and abusers, of his trust, and his time he had enough of that in life.<br/><br/>He knew a cozy little place she might want to go to with him when this was done. He wondered if she would. He sat and watched the action in front of him like he was in a 3D movie and wished he had popcorn