I can hear the strains of a haunting melody faintly drifting in through the back door of the kitchen. I open the door and follow the sound. Down the back-alley and around the corner I find a pair of buskers playing a beautiful tune on an accordion and a fiddle.

I stand, transfixed by the music... HEY! Who's grabbing my arm!? Hey! That hurts! What do you mean you're taking me down to the station? Impersonating an officer and indecent exposure? WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?

Hey guys! Can someone come bail me out?