Darker London-Uncover what is underneath...

A week ago, Flynn had sold his guitar and now the money was gone. Without his guitar, Flynn felt like he couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t make music and he couldn’t see a time in the future when he would ever be able to afford another guitar if he stayed in this dreadful, dead place in Liverpool. He had sold the one thing that made him feel alive, and all he had left was a tiny room that barely heated up, a hungry belly which was rarely sated for long, and a landlord who repulsed Flynn and regularly demanded sexual favours in exchange for Flynn’s continued roof over his head.

( End of the Line )

Flynn would have stayed curled up on his bed forever, his knees drawn up to his chest, but my some miracle he wasn't alone here in Liverpool. He had made...if not a friend, at least someone that was suffering similar things to commiserate with. When Flynn could stand it, he dragged himself out of bed and he took a long shower. Then, freshly dressed, he stumbled across the street and he knocked on Susan's door.

He hoped she was home. He needed someone. He needed Quinn, but in the absence of Quinn, Susan would do.