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Lorelei started to gingerly walk forward, still incredibly nervous. In the books of old, London at night was always dangerous.

"I'm not sure if I saw a glowing sign that I'd follow it in this place..." she mused.

A few red-light women were near an alley, kissing the neck of some gentleman for a pound or two. Lorelei looked away from the scene, suddenly wishing that she had worn pants that day instead of her usual stola.

"Flitch, if anyone asks, we're married. All right?" she glanced down at the Sin, "I know it's sudden... but this place is really not nice for an unmarried girl."

"Plus, there aren't any dust bunnies to distract myself with. I'd have to watch every gruesome detail."

"I know it's weird, but thanks," Lorelei turned back and smiled at Flitch, "Our new last name is Skinner. We have to blend in now..."

So, Lorelei and Flitch Skinner continued to walk forward, the streets of London branching off into eerie darkness.

It was when they were passing an alley that a shadow darted forward and faced the two of them.

It was a common thief, but he was scary nonetheless. Lorelei practically jumped into Flitch's arms, but she stopped herself at the last minute.

"Don't come any closer!"

Lorelei nodded when Flitch said what he did, and then she reached down to her stola. Quickly, she flipped her skirt and retrieved a large knife from a garter-belt.

It was supposed to carve meat, it looked like. But Lorelei held it, the metal glinting in the foggy moonlight.

"If you don't leave... I'll cut your throat and serve you to rich folk for a a few pounds. Or I might miss... and cut it off."

Any further threats were interrupted by the screams of a few men and women.

"My god! My god! What did that man DO?!"

"It looks like he was attacked with a cane..."

"Murder! There's been a murder!"

The corpse was of an old man, horribly beaten to death with a blunt object. His clothes were damp with blood, and his face -- what was left of it-- was in a state of shock.

Lorelei ran a little behind Flitch, looking ahead at the boy who had grabbed her wrist. She held tightly onto the knife that she clutched until her knuckles were white.

When they arrived, she shoved the knife back into her garter belt with her loose hand, letting Flitch still hold onto her. She looked over at Flitch, her mouth open slightly to suck in more air from all the running.

"That was impressive, Mr. Skinner," she said, "Thank you. You stopped me from doing something that might've made us look even more conspicuous."

Stay with people. Right.

The people they were currently with were staring at them like they had a third arm sticking out of their foreheads and waving at them.

Lorelei looked to the left, to the right, then lifted a hand and said, "So, ah... the elusive Mr. Hyde struck again?"

Despite the weird clothes and accents of the Sin, the people simply nodded and went back to their investigation.

"We've got to find a way to get out of here, Flitch... do you have any ideas?"

"The book's plot..." Lorelei's eyebrows drooped sadly, "How long will that take? You've read the book, haven't you?"

Lorelei crossed her arms, "We have to find a place to stay if it takes really long... I don't want to stay out in the streets..."

Lorelei dug in her stola and pulled out a few gold pieces.

"This isn't good... I doubt that London takes gold pieces," she sighed. Not even her pockets had dustfluffs.

"What should we do?"

A few harlots a couple of alleys over giggled, and Lorelei shuddered before muttering, "At least we know what we WON'T be doing!"

The group of people still murmured amongst themselves, before one of them suggested that they go to the pub The Red Rat to think in an atmosphere not reeking with corpses.

"Let's follow them," she shrugged.