The night air felt cool against Arturas's skin. He was walking back from a gig he just played at the Common Grounds Coffee house, his acoustic guitar was strapped to his back. He never really made much money doing music but he never really minded. He loved music and it made enough for him to pay his rent and survive so it was good enough for him. Arturas was only about 10 minutes from his apartment. His place over looked Central Park, he had to be somewhere close to some sort of wild life, and Central Park was as 'wild life' as New York had to offer. It was sufficient enough, he made trips out to state and national forests as often as he could.<br/><br/>While in the middle of his thoughts a crowd of people shoved past him, both coming and going from the direction of his apartment. Arturas asked a woman heading towards the park what all the commotion was. She was too frantic for him to understand her clearly. All he got was bits and pieces, something about a giant creature in the park and police and a live camera crew. His interest was peeked. He'd have to deal with the noise regardless since he lived so close, he might as well see what it was all about.<br/><br/>When Arturas got to the scene there were giant crowds all around the perimeter of the park, blocked off by police. Arturas pushed his way through the crowd, his guitar sending off toned musical notes when he'd brush up against someone.<em>I'm gunna have to re-tune it when I get home...</em>When he got to the front of it all police told him he could not pass and was restricted access to the park. He looked off in the distance, past the cops, there was a smaller group of people off to the side of an ambulance. There were two girls there, one almost naked. He couldn't make out too much more than that.