Los Angeles. He walks again by night!

(whistling)

Out of the fog, into the smog!
(coughing)

Relentlessly! Ruthlessly!
(I wonder where Ruth is?)

Doggedly!
(dog barks)

Toward his weekly meeting with -- the unknown!

At 4th and Drucker he turns left!

At Drucker and 4th he turns right!

He crosses MacArthur Park and walks into a great sandstone building!
(smack!)(Oh! My nose!)

Groping for the door, he steps inside.
(phone ringing)

Climbs the 13 steps to his office.
(stepping sounds; more than 13 are heard)

He walks in.
He's ready for mystery!
He's ready for excitement!
He's ready for anything!
He's --

(ringing stops as phone is picked up, answering)
Nick Danger, Third Eye!

(phone-caller) Uh, I want to order a pizza to go and no anchovies?

No anchovies? You've got the wrong man! I spell my name Danger!
(hangs up phone)

(phone-caller) What?

What has happened to the Lounge when no one can (or will) quote Nick Danger? :shrug:

Shame!

and I was listening to the monotonous staccato of
rain on my desktop reading the name on the glass
door: REGNAD KCIN.