As the smell wafted out the window, it reached the nose of Marty Rhames, who then stopped in the middle of walking down fifth street in her excessively high high heels and very stylish sundress and looked up from the book she was reading. Noticing that the block in front of her was lined with homeless people in wheelchairs, many of them with no visible ailment aside from a lack of hygene, Marty turned down a sidestreet and discovered a little blue kitten with white eyes eating out of a trashcan.