WHAT THEY ARE 1

On a drowsy afternoon, a pair of black boots with a little piece of gold showing off nobility, stepped out of a carriage as he stared at the old crooked building still struggling to stand on the floor.

He stood before a wooden door which looked old and washed. A large portion of it has been eaten by termites and bed bugs. He lifted his fist to knock, giving a little knock on the door and a few followed suit but no one answered.

"Is she in? We don't have enough time papa." The voice of a woman rang from the carriage at which she sat. The man turned to look at her, "I don't know dear, be patient." He said.

"Are you sure anybody lives there, the place looks abandoned." She argued.

George arranged his cloak turning his gaze around the empty street filled with nothing but large tree trunks and wet ground from the effect of the recent downpours. He was being careful, just in case someone had followed them here.