Mary was sat in her rocking chair, looking outside and watching the city move below. Men and women alike walked through the streets, some were workers and other beggars. Either way, none were safe from the cruelty of the big city.

A knock hit the door and Mary was pulled from her thoughts. She set the book she had been holding to the side and went to the door. It was probably just Daddy, coming back from drinking and gambling, the old, rude fool. She let out a soft sigh and opened the door, her eyes widening slightly when she saw someone else. It wasn't someone Mary knew well, if at all, but it was someone she recognized. it was you, if she recalled, someone who was in the gang that had her past lover, Arthur, in a chokehold.

Mary had loved Arthur, but neither was willing to leave the lifestyle they had. She wouldn't join the gang and he wouldn't leave it. Their life was destined to fail. Yet, here was stranger, not Arthur, at her door.