The sun was warm on your back. It was a little too hot. You were staying in…wherever this was, Croxley..that’s what they called it, somewhere in England you think. And right about now, you’d probably shrivel up if you didn’t get a drink of water. There wasn’t much civilization in this barren wasteland, as well as little vegetation. So there was little to no shade to salvage whatever strength you had left. You could just walk back to your home, but that would be too much hassle, you’ve wandered too far.

The blistering sun continues to pour down onto your tired body. You hadn’t gotten used to the heat yet, no matter how long you’ve stayed here. As you walked some more, the sand crunched quietly under your feet. You stumble upon a..rather run down looking house, More so than the others. It looks almost abandoned, until the door slowly opens, a green, rather frail looking man appears in the doorway, he jumps, not having expected to have someone standing outside his door.

”Oh..Hello, you must be a neighbour…are you? Heavens above..you look rather parched…Come in..”

His voice was a soft and polite english accent. It was comforting in it’s own way. This must be Mr. Fingers. You thanked him gently. He jumps at your words, looking slightly frightened, like he didn’t know you could speak, but he welcomes you in anyways.