[b]Act II: La Mano De Ayuda[/b] [i]Dojo, Present Day[/i] Pablo sat amidst the ruins of the Dojo on a small wooden bench. He rolled himself a jôint, watching his crews rebuild the Dojo. He nodded, his expression stoic. He needed the people to believe they could trust him, and he figured, he could do so by offering his help. The crews cleared away the rubble and began to lay down the foundations for new housing. Sure, it would take a while, but the people needed it. He placed the joint between his lips, inhaling deeply. He exhaled slowly, letting the smoke flow out of his lungs. He ran a hand through his black hair, watching. [spoiler]Open.[/spoiler]