It was noted that the man by the shackled van had several black tubings under his trenchcoat. He proceeded to the ice cream van, and opened up its back door, entering it. The ice cream van soon began to shuttle its way off the lane, and turning in at a deserted alleyway. The alleyway had a couple of garbage bins on its sides and a pidgeon or two. It led to a dead end.
However, the man got out of the ice cream van and headed out of the alleyway and into the ice cream shop next to it. The ice cream shop had a name in front, but it was secluded by the heavy snowline and exceedingly foggy sheets of paneled glass. The man dealed with the person in the counter, telling him that he was to get on the ice cream van and head off to his house two blocks away. The shopkeeper agreed and took the keys on the man's hand. The man left and so did the shopkeeper.
The man walked off the other side of the road and into the parks. The shopkeeper started the van and the van chuttered off the snowy ashapalt of the road. He stopped in front of a dilapidated, old shophouse. He got out of the van. He also lit a cigarette and set fire to the van. The shophouse which was owned by the man in the trenchcoat started to catch fire. The roads were melting from the heat. The man was still in the middle.
It was noted that the ambulance took 2 hours to arrive.
