As they made their way down toward Hoxton Jake couldn't help but feel uneasy. He couldn't get the blood soaked giant piece of rubble out of his head. Clawmarks of that width were signs of a beast that had grown beyond anything he had seen before. There were stories, a few anyway, about Oxford Circus. Rumor was that in the center of all of Londons' underground a large dome had been constructed as the city had grown. The stories that he'd heard were about strange flora and gigantic creatures roaming the now abondoned area. "The Dome", as he had overheard people had call it, was connected with every single route that had been built - old and new - no wonder the creatures were drawn to it. There had been expeditions, or so he'd heard, but none had returned and the cause had since long been abondoned. Only whispers of its existance remained.

[i]Anyhow[/i], if a beast the size of the one that we saw signs of existed a couple of years back, could it even be killed? And if not, how large would the beast be now?
As he contemplated it Fuaad walked up to him at the front of the group after having some sort of conversation with Shirley.

[i]"You know what my father used to told me Jake? Women are the incarnation of obstinance. [...] You feel me Jake?"[/i] Fuaad looked at him but received no answer. [i]"If I made you laugh, would that win me the game?"[/i] he continued. [i]"'Cause making you laugh, or speak for that matter, is harder than riding one of those creatures with your hands tied behind your back."[/i]

Jake smiled, his grin reaching ear to ear behind the mask. [i]If only.[/i] he thought and patted Fuaad on the back in a friendly manner. After a couple of hours of silence, broken by the ocasional awkward conversation that never seemed to last very long, Jake spotted something odd to the side. On his righthand side there was a door swung wide open. He raised his hand with his fist clenched, a sign that he had come to use and that Fuaad would recognize as [i]stop[/i]+[i]caution[/i]. People, [i]humans[/i], would normally close doors and entrances as they passed by. It was a universal unspoken rule that they used to keep track of unwanted activity. The door had a faded green color which ment that it was a safety exit, or used to be. That ment that they were about two thirds to Hoxton. Once upon a time it had led out of Londons' underground to an open sky and it might still. But every road can be travelled two ways. Jake gripped his pipe tightly and the slightly rusted iron pipe felt heavy in his hand as he glanced back at the two behind him, awaiting their response.