<strong>Tuesday 13th August 11:00<br/><br/>The Quayside<br/><br/>Jessica</strong><br/><br/>The photos are shots of him and a girl taken by himself - arms length and badly framed - in a restaurant somewhere.  Quite a posh one, from what little you can see.  The girl is either Christina Hendricks or someone who looks so like her as to be frankly terrifying.  She's also cuddled up to him, his arm round her, and is kissing his cheek in one of them.  Sure, she's an actress but she certainly<em>looks</em>like half of a couple.<br/><br/>"She's the lass from Mad Men.  Can't remember her name, Joan Harris in the show.  I asked for her for fucking ages.  But yeah.  There was a guy I was talking to as well, he emailed me.  Put an advert up on Craigslist.  Never told me his name.  I was meant to be meeting him later but I think that's the best lead I got if you are fresh out of ideas.<br/><br/>"That's assuming..." he looks faintly pathetic for a moment, probably not intentionally "...you'll let me stick with you?  I can email him?  Find out where he is?  We could meet him?  I don't know."<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong><br/>Tuesday 13th August 11:00<br/><br/>31 Ebor Street, Heaton<br/><br/>Norm, Miyo</strong><br/><br/>The two rooms off the landing are both bedrooms.  The one on the right is an absolute tip - it's not clear whether the drawers have been emptied on to the floor recently or if the inhabitant lives in squalor.  There is a small pathway through the crap all over the floor leading to the bed though, and then from the bed to a desk, so you're tempted by the latter.  A bookshelf over the bed contains a number of books on Chemical Engineering and the clothing littering the floor is exclusively male.  The room also reeks of cigarette smoke and there's a piled high ashtray next to the computer.<br/><br/>The left is far tidier, and also has a double bed.  A desk in the corner with a laptop on it, surrounded by books on German language and grammar.  A laundry hamper in the other corner - female clothing indicates that the owner is also female, though you suppose its no guarantee.  If she is though then judging by the size of a bra laying on top of the dirty clothes she is in pretty desperate need of a chiropractor and likely has no problem getting drinks bought for her.<br/><br/>The music from upstairs stops suddenly when Norm speaks and there's a muffled conversation.  He can't pick up the words, but Miyo catches them:<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Miyo</div><div class="spoiler_body">FEMALE VOICE 1:  Is that them?<br/>MALE VOICE 1: It was definitely something.<br/>FEMALE VOICE 2: I thought they flew?  Surely they fly?<br/>FEMALE VOICE 3 (exasperated and commanding): Nikki, shut up. James, take this and see who it is.  Jess, just keep still - we're nearly done.</div></div><br/>A moment later the door at the top of the stairs opens revealing a male, maybe aged around twenty.  He's in pretty poor physical shape with a pot belly hanging way over the belt of his trousers and pulling at the arms of his black t-shirt.  He is, however, holding a handgun and pointing it down the stairs at you.  His hand's shaking, you can't help but notice, and he looks terrified.  Or maybe he just sweats all the time, that's possible as well.<br/><br/>"Who..." he looks anxiously back into the room - because of the angle you can only see the ceiling at the moment.  "Are you..who are you?"