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Three days had passed since his entire life took a turn. He didn’t know whether it was good or bad. Mister O’Neil from the workhouse would have killed to be called up to task by the Queen, or gain any form of special attention. That wasn’t an exaggeration either. The men told him, three days ago that he had to stay here now. They took him out of there, away from Mister O’Neil. 

Afro had almost no belongings except for the near worn out black trousers, far from white shirt, and beat up boots that he wore. Those were his going away gift from the workhouse. The lad also had a black neck shawl, though that one was with him before the workhouse. He was very protective of it, and could never be seen without it.

As for the present, he wasn’t sure of what to do with himself, sitting in the corner of the room on a wooden chair. He was seated with his knees to his chest with his arms wrapped around them, rocking back and forth. This was all rather nice, much nicer than anything he had ever experienced, and it was overwhelming. Afro didn’t like it. Ms. Agatha made him feel better though with lunch, even though he didn’t lay in the bed that was in his room like she asked him to.

The boy had been in here before even the strange man with the wrappings on his head, of whom he stared down patiently. It didn’t feel right to be doing nothing, but he didn’t know what else to do. For a while it was just the two of them before more people started coming in. These people lived here too, as Ms. Agatha told him, and they were unholy too. Though, Afro didn’t take any time to get to know any of them. This was literally probably the third time that he saw any of them outside of meal time, as he often hid away on his own.

Among those, Afro noticed Miss Sofia amidst the people incoming. She seemed to be the only one with whom he actually managed to solidly keep his eyes on. He remembered her. From the care home that Theodore had to go to one time when they thought the flu was going to kill him. He left the care home all better after Miss Sofia helped him. She was nice, she saved him.

The wrapped head man was speaking, which interrupted his thought process. Learning that they were in the wrong place actually surprised him. They told him that he was supposed to be here, not Thames River. Afro would have remembered that...Further, even if they were supposed to meet there, why was this man here to tell them that they were in the wrong place? 

Something didn't make sense, and the lad shifted uncomfortably in his corner, stopping his rocking motion. With the word of the wrapping head man to join hands in prayer, Afro wasn't sure what to make of that. However, with the potential threat of Mister Kinsley ripping them a new one, Afro did get up from his chair, seeing too that others were doing it. It must have been really serious. 

Though, both of the wrapping head man's hands were taken by another person, so, that must've meant that he had to hold someone else's. His lips quivered a bit, being closer to a developing crowd in this small space. He didn't like it at all...But the men who freed him from Mister O'Neil said to listen to these people, then they could find his family. They promised only if Afro promised first. He shut his eyes and simply took an open hand, aiming his face to the ground.

Hopefully this prayer would be over soon...