You see Thomas running towards the balcony. You hear the cheers of the people shouting “London” pridefully. This was the world of cities on wheels, the bigger cities eating the smaller ones. You run to the balcony, running next to Thomas. It was a small city London was going to catch, but everyone still cheered, and so did Tom. “Pretty sight, isn’t it?” Tom said excitedly yet tiredly, he looks to you as a big grin went on his face.