The nights in London were similar to that of any other city. Now that electricity was becoming widely used in the big city, the place was relatively bright including the help coming from the moon. The smog covered-city was the epitome of the industrial revolution. Factories were placed neatly, side by side. Most of the city folk were separated into two extreme social groups. One being dirt-poor and the other being like gods standing tall above them.
As all these thoughts kept running through Song Lei's mind, he slowly walked towards the couch. This was a dream space, however, it closely resembled the real city of London in these years. Knowing that so many people had to suffer this much made Song Lei feel slightly sad.
Throwing himself on the couch, Song Lei sighed deeply.
"It's getting late," Aston said as he kept drawing weird shapes on a piece of paper. "And we still haven't eaten."
"Didn't you pick up something on the way?" Song Lei asked.