Backyard

"Well this is the backyard, not much." Sketches walks out to the middle of the yard you follow, "We've got one of the only apple trees in all of New York City." Sketch smiles and picks two apples off the tree and hands one to you.

"Okay, now down the street you will find the makert and if you take a left you will find yourself in Central Park." Sketches points in both directions, "I can get some one to show you around later."