My feet slumped in many puddles, but this man was nowhere to be seen. Maybe he would be an act in the bar, I mean it sure might be entertaining. What if he is a maniac escapee from a prison? Oh no, I hope not. Then I'd be put in jail for searching for a new jail friend...

Then I see a glimpse of a pale figure, it is him? Wait, he's being shouted at by Mary the butcher. "You are such an insane lad! What do you think you are doing standing out in the rain?! Is this some male prostitution?" She was raging, what I could see of her was ready to explode.

"I'm terribly sorry to bother you, I mean these are all my clothes." He says, his voice is a soft London accent. Mary isn't wanting anything to with this 'insane lad.' "Get away from here! You don't belong in such a happy area!" She is being cruel now, as she shuts her door i bravely stand out. This is the time where I could be murdered.