The Crow awakens from years of slumber to find his Corktown neighborhood much changed. Next door is an artisanal coffeehouse. Down the street are juice bars, yoga studios and and upscale gastropubs. Instead of junkies and homeless people littering the street, folks are jogging, cycling and sitting on benches writing on laptops. Filled with horror and trepidation, the Crow looks on in confusion. A few tweens pass him and taunt him, “What up, Bauhaus?”