After running away, you had decided to see if you could put your psychic talent to work, searching for jobs at agencies in London. Nowhere would take you. As the night drew nearer, you became more desperate. Finding yourself at a small house at 35 Portland Row, a tiny agency run by two boys. George Cubbins and Anthony Lockwood. You were sitting in a livingroom, being interviewed by Lockwood as George prepared a cup of tea.

“And what are you talents?” Lockwood asks, looking up from your papers