"It'll be down here. Come on." She took Blake's arm to steady him, and gently hauled Seth up on the other side.

Sure enough, the door was hiding down the street, behind an old box. Anna opened it, and stepped through with Seth and Blake, smiling as the pace of Victorian London settled around her.

Blake pulled away from Anna, "I'm fine now. You don't have to baby me."

Midona stepped through the door, "You said there'd be food."

Anna looked abashed. "Sorry, Blake. It's just... I don't want yez 'urtin'. And you remind me of... someone I knew." Rico, her mind said. "And in regards to food, my friend'll 'ave some."

Midona yawned. She was only small, and all the walking had exhasted her.

"It's okay." Blake smiled softly at Anna, "I'll put up with it if you wish me too."

Anna gently ruffled his reddish-brown hair, and smiled, before turning down the dark street and running. She knew the others were following.

Soon, she arrived at a door in the Alley. The nice part of the Alley. She didn't bother knocking, but waltzed straight in.

"TERRY!"

A good-looking man in his early thirties appeared around the corner. His slightly floppy brown hair was perfectly tussled and his eyes twinkled. His very stance said gancanagh. Seduction rolled off him in waves. But there was a kindness in his face. Something told you Terence Barnett would not hurt you if he could help it.

"Anna! Good to see you! To what do I owe this pleasure?"

"Calling in me favour."

Terry frowned for a moment, and then remembered.

"Ah," he said. "Fine. As long as it is not too much."

"I think yez can 'andle it." She smiled. "Blake! Seth! Come o'er 'ere."