Frey appeared from around the groomed arborvitae on the corner, waving a fingerless-gloved hand halfheartedly as a sudden breeze caused him to grit his teeth.  Shrugging his backpack and guitar case higher onto his shoulder, he jogged the last few meters into cover.  He was dressed in his usual black jeans and t-shirt, covered only by a worn black suede jacket.  His long, loose blond hair trailed behind him, and his steel-capped shitkicking boots scattered the gravel in the driveway.<br/><br/>"Hoi, Ash.  No sign of Vince or Tali, eh?"