He kicked out more coal and reached into his pants for whatever was making him uncomfortable while walking, he met a little girl with short wings and passed her the rock, she looked down at the rock in her hand then him.
"You...uh, a rock collector?" He ruffled her hair and walked past her, she threw the rock at the back of his head screaming in a language he didn't understand and flew away.
"You're welcome!" He replied and took the rock tossing it into rubble, the ashes still hung back making the whole place looked like something out of Mad Max.
He rested on a tower with pillars swinging his legs as he sat on the edge with his hands together in front of him staring at the city overhaul, the patrons were returning to their various homes and they were safe now.
"Did you dye your hair?"