<strong>"No, she's all on her own. Poor dear. 'Er young man left 'er last year for some young bit from t'City. Bloody Shame..."</strong>Jamie had described (in passing) his new lonely hearts company whilst shopping for groceries. That had been Mrs. Marks' overview of 'Miss Charlene' - her first suggestion for the up-and-coming business. Perfect.<br/><br/><br/>Now, Jamie was crawling up the side of a six-story apartment building, all-but floating above the shoddy brick-work. Soon, he found himself outside the small, greasy window. Not quite the palace of the night before, but it would do. He allowed himself a peek, just over the corner of the frame. He saw in his moments' glance a caramel woman coated in an eternity of dark chocolate. She had been staring, bleary-eyed (it seemed to him) in the direction of the window. Just to be safe, he raced to the nearby roof and vaulted the small lip onto the flat surface. He crouched down, listening for any movement below. He couldn't even get a scent from her, taking in only the reek of decaying wood and stone from this ill-repaired box. Symbolic of modern building, he thought to himself.