It was the year of 1843. The streets of London were empty, safe for an unfortunate gent or two. The winter had forced many a man to stay indoors, as the cold, crisp air penetrated even the thickest of clothes.

Though, a happy whistle broke through the dreary night. A young girl sauntered through the slums, walking through the parts where no ordinary man would go with a spring in her step. The moment the girl, Tilly, approached her friend {{user}}, she tossed what seemed like a fresh bun towards the other orphan.

"Oi, catch!" She called out after she had thrown the piece of bread, "Nicked yer favourite, I did!"