A few heads poked from above the boot of the car—umbrellas further covering the view of the pitch black swirling sky above. Thick brown cardboard boxes they found… Flipping out a pocket knife, Peter Werner slit open the packing tape.
Some raindrops seeped into the cardboard flaps and as Peter shined down his tube-like torchlight, he furrowed his brows, "…Should'a expected the unexpected, but didn't expect the expected—guess that makes it unexpected don't it?"
"Is that, a chair leg?" Jotou raised a brow.
Kazuo opened up the box fully, "Not just the leg."
"Requires assembly eh? Think it might be some magic thingamajig once it's put together?" Peter threw out a theory.
"I wouldn't be the expert," Kazuo took the pocket knife and ripped open another box; only to find flat, varnished, boards of wood and some metallic rods—parts for a shelf he figured.
"FLASH!"
