As the burning remains of the Michigan Star collapse onto the matchwood structures of the Wolf Point Warrens, four unlikely characters stand helplessly by, next to the battered remains of a Fire Alarm Box. Azog, the massive troll, looks nothing like his dapper dandy self, instead tattered and torn – wild eyed, panicked, and teary. Mugsy, the debonair P.I. stands cooly beside him, with one arm coralling two small boys, and with the other waving a Sawbuck in the air in an attempt to flag down transportation.
Around them, the Warrens are beginning to burn. Orks of all sizes and poverties begin to run by them in a panic as the fire spreads rapidly, all headed for the nearby main thoroughfare of Washington Avenue.
Across the street from them, an old pickup sits unattended.