Darker London-Uncover what is underneath...

Lee woke up twisted and sweaty sheets, his legs arm and leg completely hanging off the bed. It was bright outside, he'd slept last and half the morning was already gone. He'd dreamed of fire again, but it was the same as last time; nothing specific, nothing more than the image of flames and thick, black smoke. They weren't horrific, but they weren't all that pleasant either.

Lee made a note of it in his journal and put it out of him mind, turning his thoughts to the day ahead. He'd never woken up in an empty house before and the silence was slightly unnerving. Like there were a couple of devilish siblings waiting out in the hall to ambush him. The fact that there was actually no other soul in the house really drove him the fact that he was in another life now. He went downstairs and turned on the stereo, then took a shower as Jim Morrison's voice felled the empty walls.

After his shower, he ran up the stairs, singing and naked just because he could. Hey, he could spent the entire day naked if he wanted to, but... no. He wanted fried eggs and bacon for breakfast and frying naked was a bad idea. A few minutes later he was still bouncing round, singing loudly, but clothed and with breakfast well on the way. There was a knock on the door and he turned down the oven to go and answer it (maybe his fire dream hadn't been completely banished from his thoughts) taking his spatula-microphone with him.

"Good morning!" He opened the door to the dark haired boy standing on the doorstep.
( Jinx )

Lee left soon after he'd read Deirdre post, pausing only to find his other shoe. He spent the entire bus ride worrying about the two little girls he and Evey were playing with just the night before. Gods, the world was a screwed up place sometimes.

He banged on Deirdre door and called out. "Deirdre, you there? It's Lee."

( Deidre and Lee )

Lee was taking a break from unpacking the miniscule amount of things he'd brought over from Dublin by lying on the lawn, soaking up whatever rays of sun he could get. He'd always been a bit of a sun-whore and he knew how rare sunny days in London were, so he was making the most of it while he could.

Cars were rushing past on the nearby street, a neighbour was mowing a lawn and Lee thought it might be nice if he had some music. He'd have to look into getting an mp3 player of some sort.

It was at that moment when a CD came flying out of the upstairs window and landed on the grass beside him. Well... that hadn't been quite what he'd expected. He rolled over and plucked it from the ground, it was by someone he hadn't heard of, Dream Theater. It had come out of Del's window and he wondered if it had been accidental or not. (But then why would a CD be sitting on her windowsill without a case?)

He decided to take it back up to her. Coming out of the sun, he took the stairs two at a time as usual and knocked on her bedroom door.

( Flying Musical Doom )

"Guh!" Lee exclaimed, jolting himself out of sleep and into a sitting position with dizzying speed. "Shit. Ahem." he added under his breath, when he remembered where he was. He'd been dreaming about fire surrounding him, above, below, the world collapsing around him. Shaking off the clinging feeling of horror, he got out of bed and pulled open the curtains to a grey sky and the constant roar of traffic from the city, all around. He unhooked the window and pushed it open, relaxing a little more as the chill of the morning air (far smokier than he was ever used to) reached in and touched his face, his bare chest. It can't have been an hour after dawn, which was a bit of a sleep in for him, so he dressed and made his way through the house to see if anyone was up yet. Finding a stillness that definitely wasn't present in the house last night, when there was a red headed menace zooming round the house and a boy with ridiculously long hair singing something in old English in the shower, Lee decided to go for a run to explore the neighbourhood until someone woke up.

He left a note on the fridge incase they were the sort to worry: adbucted by space monkeys, back once I'd become their King, and set out at a jog down the road.
( Welcome to London )

It would have been easier, Lee thought later, if Scarlett hadn't been writing and cooking at the same time. She's drawn him a little map to go with her verbal instructions but her lines were all squiggly and some of them were flooded with wee sauce puddles. He'd found the right street and was looking for the house that looked most like the double storied picture she'd drawn, with little dancing stick figures (except for their breasts, which Scarlett has drawn in with some detail) outside. It was only at the last minute that he thought to turn the paper ove and check if the house number was written on the back, which, lo and behold, it was.

Nice house. He thought, impressed as he walked up the path to the front door. Nice door, too, real oak. He knocked on the door and waited.

( Glompage )