<strong>Tuesday 13th August 10:48<br/><br/>31 Ebor Street, Heaton<br/><br/>(Bran), Norm, Miyo</strong><br/><br/>Neither of you are idiots and you can puzzle out bits and bobs - Dei is God; terra, earth; you're pretty sure Domin-i/us means Lord.  But that's not enough to get a full translation.  It does seem likely it's religious in nature, not only because of the odd word you can pick out but also because of a vague impression that no other area really uses Latin.  As to what precisely it is though, Bible passage, prayer, missal, benediction or other, you're not too sure.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Tuesday 13th August 10:50<br/><br/>En Route to the King's Head<br/><br/>Jessica</strong><br/><br/>"Ah, now there you are mistaken.  My interview is in" he glances at his phone "about four hours.  And I, Coffee Girl, was a certain thing.  But I have had an incredibly stressful day and, well, there's no point me going to it anyway.  Noone remembers me.  Watch this."  He hits a speed dial button on his phone then turns on speakerphone.<br/><br/>"Domino's Pizza"<br/><br/>"Hello there, Domino's Pizza.  My name is John S Anderson and I'm currently nuts deep in your mother.  I thought I better tell you the name because she's going to be screaming it for quite some time now.  So I just thought I'd warn you.  John S Anderson, remember that."<br/><br/>"Fuck you, man."<br/><br/>"Probably later, once I've finished with your mum."<br/><br/>He hangs up and turns to you.  "A conversation they'll remember, no?  We'll leave it a couple of minutes and I'll show you.  Me and attractive females, they're the only ones who remember me.  Now..." he pulls a silver cigarette case from his pocket and takes a slim cigar from it then offers it you.<br/><br/>"While we wait.  J Honer and Sons.  Remember the plural, it landed me with a ridiculous middle name.  It was back there" he jerks his thumb over his shoulder "and now it is not.  People forget it just as soon as they forget me.  Because everything is muddled, you see.  Sober people see the world as it is, muddled.  Me, currently, I'm getting muddled enough that I see it straight.  But our crazy muddled world gets confused who is me, who is Jean and what is Honer's.  All the same, you see.  That's why I changed my name.  Well, Eva Longoria, you know her, is why I changed my name.  I hardly ever ask for her any more though.  Did you know its possible to get bored of Eva?  It is."<br/><br/>Ahead of you you see the King's Head pub, a pleasant local pub peopled entirely by a handful of regulars the few times you've been in there.  Now though, several taxis are parked outside and a rough looking group of men are carrying it out of the pub and storing it in boots and back seats under the direction of an old man standing in the doorway.<br/><br/>"Ah.  It appears that the local hansom cabs have turned their hand to removals.  A logical step if you ask me.  All transport is transport isn't it?  Do you think it's open?"