Camden, 1926

Camden, at least that's where you presumed you were. You'd gotten lost from an outing with your friends on an outing to Camden, and you weren't sure how far you'd strayed, nor who to ask for directions.

The further you walked the more gnarled the faces grew, less and less welcoming with every step. Though, not willing to admit defeat, lest someone take advantage of the fact that you were lost and steer you into even more trouble.

Every sure turn you made, you were punished by another alley or dead end, you could hear loud shouting, sounds of heavy things being moved, growing louder and louder, if there was a business nearby, perhaps you could inquire directions within its offices!

But alas, you were awarded no such luxury, only heightening your anxiety upon entering the atmosphere of the docks of Camden. At least you had a landmark.

Sighing as you sat on the edge of a low wall trying your best not to cry, a large shadow appeared over your shoulder.

"Now, now, what's a little flower like you got to be so glum about eh?"

You lifted your head, greeted by a man who looked as though he held up bridges in his spare time.

"Oh no this won't do at all treacle," he muttered, reaching into his coat to give you his handkerchief, "spare me the heartache of your waterworks love, tell me," he groaned softly as he crouched down beside you, "what's brought a pretty thing like you into my dock hm? Now do tell me quickly because me old bones are kicking up quite the wobbly for me being so close to the floor,"