The last time Red saw Sasha, she gave him a piece of paper with this place's address on it. She probably still needed some space, though. He could tell when it came to this kind of stuff.

So he didn't come visit right away. Bright and early Sunday morning (ok, after 8 AM. everyone in this crazy dojo has probably been up for hours), though, he appeared with the sheet of paper in one hand and a paper lunch bag in the other. It smelled kind of weird. ...Wait nevermind he pocketed the paper.

... This place was huge. OK. Time to say hello. He approached the door and knocked.