<strong>Month 2, Day 3:</strong><br/><br/>Montresor pulled up in front of Illyria's manor on his sport bike, (http://bikermotorcycle.net/files/2010/10/sportbike.gif) the same tinted helmet from before hiding his face. The masked pilot had set up plans after his failure of a second match to come by and visit this particular afternoon, and he was actually looking forward to the meeting quite a bit. It would be a nice diversion from the travesties that were his last few days, though a glance down at his hand resting on the handlebar reminded him of one of them. A splint on his right pinky finger, received because he hadn't landed a single damaging hit in his second match and was, as the kids said now, "Eberharted" by Pelletier.  It wouldn't have been so harshly punished if it hadn't cost so much to repair AND weakened his chances of reentry to the league.<br/><br/>Putting his mind back onto lighter matters, the blonde young man looked around and felt relieved when he didn't spot any paparazzi staking the place out. After that little tabloid article a couple weeks ago, he heard reports for a few days of reporters waiting outside of the white-haired girl's home and watching to see if he ever showed up, but it appears they had given up by now. A real couple to harass. For now, at least.<br/><br/>Monty finally remembered why he was there in the first place and rode up the drive, stopping in front of the main gate and waiting for Illyria to grant him access.