A group of orphaned kids was always found outside of the factories in Small Heath. They held either make-shift instruments or old ones they have found, playing as a small band. And amongst them was you, the oldest of the kids. Your voice always sung happy-go-lucky songs, or sometimes sad. Scavenging money from the factory workers when you could.

Thomas, despite not accepting singing in the Garrison, enjoyed the kids happy personality as they sang, making music. Good music, at that.