The content smile on his younger sister’s lips told Paul that she had done the deed. The loud complaints of the man he had snatched the wallet from were his cue to quickly move away. There was no point in lingering, as it heightened the danger of them getting caught. They had their share on Trafalgar Square for today. With Jenny in tow, the young boy swiftly headed out of the market place and into the streets of London.

The looming clouds amassing over the city finally decided to grace the people beneath them with their wet goodness. Accompanied by gushes of wind, the sounds of the city were quickly overcome by the dripping noise of rain on hard stone. Building up swiftly, it was before long that the water was pouring down like a waterfall. When the first drops had started falling, Paul and Jenny were already on their way to one of their hideouts in St. James park. Dashing through the streets much like everyone else, the siblings hurried past pedestrians and were overtaken by carriages splashing up the quickly amassing water on the roads. The pavement was already swimming, and when the two young Underlings had crossed the street and were running through St. James Park, their shoes were already stepping on drenched soil. Shivering in their wet clothes, they were both glad when the hideout finally came into sight.
The broad bridge spanning the small river that ran through the park in a controlled fashion was made of simple stone and left just enough space beneath it for an adult to stand on his feet. Naturally, this was more than enough for an underling. It was here that an assortment of cardboard boxes, old newspaper and pieces of cloth made up a temporary shelter from bad weather or unwanted company. When Paul and Jenny slid down the small hill next to the bridge and walked beneath it, they found that someone was already occupying the hideout. Quickly scrambling to his feet upon spotting them, the small boy stood in his usual hunched over stance. [b]"Mornin' Paul. Mornin' Jenny".[/b] He muffled the words into his worn out scarf. [b]"Hi Pete".[/b] For some reason, that kid had always struck Paul as having something of a rat. The squinted, washy eyes that always seemed to either look down or dart around nervously, the hunched way of standing and the nose that seemed to run at any given moment just had to leave a bit of whiny impression. [b]"...I'll be on my way now."[/b] While Paul was not particularly fond of the small fellow, he didn't dislike him either. Paul and Jenny had dibs on the hideout in case of rain, and Pete respected their territory. Honoring the silent code between their kind counted for something, and so Paul gave the other guy a small smile when he wrapped himself in his leather jacket and went off in search for another shelter close by. The small fire in the middle of the hideout was mostly kept going by twigs and scraps of newspaper. Paul kneeled down and held his hands over the flickering flames, rubbing them against each other in an attempt to get the cold out of them. Thanks to the relatively enclosed space beneath the bridge, intensified by some carton put up as temporary walls, the hideout was if not cozy at least not freezing. His clothes were still dripping, and he made sure not to spill any water over the weak source of warmth. After a while of silently enjoying the heat, Paul's stomach grumbled, reminding him of his need to eat. There was a cardboard box that always served as a food storage for those using the shelter. If there was anything left there was another question. Not wanting to move from his comfortable spot, Paul spoke up to his little sister. [b]"Have a look if there's any food in would ya."[/b]