“I’m guessing you and Rory are getting hammered tonight?” she asked brushing aside a strand of her dark auburn hair from her face. “If I can g...t my bloody keys out…Got ’em!” I growled as I felt a strand of fabric rip in my pocket before my keys were finally freed from their denim prison. “Rory’s sister is coming around as well. She’s staying with him for a few days.” “Oh!” she laughed. “Lucky her.” “Yep, got a full night planned too. It’s the Firefly marathon tonight,” I explained to which she. Over the years they estimated over 15,000 paupers and prostitutes were buried there. It was somewhere that my partner and I had stumbled across together whilst on a day out. I think we both had a morbid fascination with this particular part of London’s history. A lot of these tunnels are now being renovated and upgraded in an attempt to modernise the area. These small pockets of history all slowly being demolished, paving the way for shiny new office blocks and unaffordable housing. My train of. Is she OK?" Fine," Fiona muttered and saw his eyes glance towards the distinctive red shoes in her hand. "She's fine." That's..." Go pay the bill," she taunted. "And goodbye."Fiona reached the door of the pub when she felt a hand on her shoulder pulling her back. "Where is she?" The toilet," Fiona lied. "And get off me." She pushed Billy away from her loudly and her eyes lingered on the barmaid. "And you got a meal to pay for. Trying to run away without paying." The landlord looked towards the. In fact I am here to set you free. What do you think of that?"The young woman did not reply. Instead she kept her head bowed and her voice silent. Even so she let her gaze flicker towards Pedro from time to time as if she was weighing what he had said to her, not believing what she had heard and wanting to see if there was truth showing in his face."Tell me Zama," Pedro told the young woman after waiting a moment or two to see if she would respond, "what would happen to you if I were to place.