I woke up to whistle blowing and sounds of traffic below. Ah, middle of the night traffic; night clubbers going home in the wee early hours of the AM. As I woke and left the apartment, I noticed the crane machines outside my buildings; the stuffed angry birds, the half-naked lady lighters, and stuffed poo prizes. They were all powered off, silent, lightless. The cranes hung lifeless without hope of a 500won coin revival. The tape across the glass screamed in red and blue caps: POLICE EVIDENCE—POLICE EVIDENCE.