It was one of the most rare English summer days, the sun hanging up
high with only a few fluffy white clouds lazily rolling through the
pastel sky.

the streets of London were buzzing more than
usual, as many families took their eager children out to enjoy the fine
day. so it was no surprise when they passed the grim looking square
building, that they ignored it completely.

People preferred
to look at the brightly coloured shop windows, and the many posters
advertising a deal on ice cream, inviting everyone to cool of on this wonderfully hot summers day.

with so many distractions, no one paid attention to a silent little pop that came somewhere from a back alley.

A man, rather strange looking fellow, walked out of the alley and crossed the street right in front of the horse drawn milk cart.

having reached the other side of the street, he strode off along the pavement, drawing many curious glances due to the flamboyantly cut suit plum velvet that he was wearing.

he stopped momentarily, looking past the iron gates. Bright blue eyes quickly found the large wooden sign: Wool's Orphanage. Walking past the gates he mounted the few steps leading to the front door and knocked once. after a moment or two, the door opened by a scruffy girl wearing an apron.