<strong> Organising a PaRtY</strong><br/><br/>A young girl with pretty blonde ringlets and a bonnet skipped along the street carrying a basket, a tall man with a long stride held her hand , it would all seem a perfect scene were it not that they were walking through Whitechapel in the dark and smog.<br/><br/>Drunks leered out of doorways and a couple vomited in the street, the two figures managed to avoid it. As they saw the ladies of the night plying there wares they ignored them for there was more pressing business at hand. A few public houses offered a glowing warmth and a song but again there was more to speak of.<br/><br/>“So you are back then Jack?”<br/><br/>“I am my sweet little one.”<br/><br/>“You have seen it too then?”<br/><br/>“Of course and the message has been sent out.”<br/><br/>“Time for a tea party I think…”<br/><br/>“Shall we invite the Prince?”<br/><br/>The two continued to talk and then disappeared into the thick smog.<br/>