Tom kissed her forehead and looked down the dark alley. After a moment, his phone rings. "Hello?" "No, my dear, we're fine" "Really?" "Alright" "We're on our way" "Ok, bye bye" he hangs up and turns to Chris. "Shellie calls, my friend. She expects us home by now", he finished as his face was turned into a frown before looking at Becky. He didn't want to leave her in the cold like this, but everytime he asks, she says 'no'. She knew better to at least find shelter like everyone else these days. But in Old Towne, it was a recurring hell-house for violence. "I don't trust the lady of this town. Ava Lordship? Heard of her?", he asked Chris. "That whore...", he growled aloud to himself.