Open like a mad open thing.
Two men wander through the city streets, clearly without anything more pressing to do. People flow around them with disparaging looks, or sometimes pointedly ignoring, caught up in their own busy lives. These two are alone in a world of their own, an ambling, peaceful world. The older of the two takes a seat on an empty porch and gazes at nothing in particular, frowning slightly. The younger, still approaching middle age, pulls the guitar off his back and begins to tune it softly. Rat has a friend.