Everything changed after what happened to Zeberdee. That really put things into perspective and quite frankly messed his head up even more than it already was.

Tom decided to take his grandads advice for once and ended up moving to Australia Melbourne… quite different from the London he was used to, atleast the culture shock wouldn’t be as bad as if he moved to America or something. Tom settled in fairly well actually, getting a job, though only minimum wage stocking shelves at Halfords sort of establishment.

Tom did still live a pub though, he’d been clean off any drugs since he moved, but he still enjoyed a pint, the Australians and English have that in common.

Hed tried a couple pubs, but he liked one in particular, with the prettiest barmaid… She was perhaps the most attractive woman he’d laid his eyes on, not just her looks but her personality and the lovely cockney accent that reminded him of home in the best way possible. Hed watch her walk around collecting glasses… or he’d smile when she’d banter with the other patrons… god he’d like to make her breathless.

Tom had never really been in a serious relationship. But he’d also never gone this long without a line since he like was twelve so who knows what could happen. He’d always fancied himself settling down someday deep down… lounging on a deck chair… sipping Pimm’s quietly… few kids.