The old car rolled slowly down the small town cobblestone street, making a racket as it moved. The tires were worn and the leather atop the roof was torn, making it look shabby. The driver, once stopped, stepped outside into the bright daylight. He wore a tailor made suit and looked rich. He walked slowly with a hunched back, he carried a small walking stick and sometimes leaned so heavily that small cracks would develop in the wood.
The old man stepped away from the ancient vehicle and to a fancily painted door. He tapped lightly three times before the door knob turned and it opened.