Steven was a graffiti artist. He wasn't any means the best in the world, but he was an up-and-comer who was making a name for himself. The general world knew him by the name "Skribe", which adorned a great deal of blank canvasses the City of London provided. He had scaled the heights of the cranes in the Docklands and daubed his tag in a ten foot high mural. He could see it from his bedroom window, as long as he used his Dad's binoculars. He had personally seen to so many trains that it was impossible to ride for more than one stop without seeing his name. "Are you Skribe?" "You are pretty good"