After his cappuccino, Aidan visits a neighborhood hardware store. There is an image in his mind. He wants to it make real. Aidan wanders narrow aisles hung with shiny door knobs and brass hinges. He passes cubbies filled with nails, screws and washers. Even the large tattooed men, who normally puff up like bullfrogs and try to fill the aisle with testosterone, retreat when they see Aidan. He buys some chains, random fastenings and a welding gun.