Me and Nikair walking along Blackwall Tunnel Avenue at sunrise. We can see our shadows on the yellow brick wall on the left, and as they sink into block shadows of other things we both gasp and hold our breath, cause our shadows are under shadow water.

Blankie ain’t talking to me now I’m awake. The words in my eyes ain’t going nowhere though. Still, got a bit of strength back.

We’re feeling like a pair of wandering heroes cause we done good. We spent all the purse sterling, and sold the credit cards and we bought a bunch of gear off the Tower, the gang what runs Devine House. Their traders don’t ask questions and you never get mugged. Safer than the Dome, but it costs.

We got food, drugs - even a couple of good blades.

Don’t know how long we slept in that old car but it took work to get Nikair up and walking. He’s looking a bit better. Had half a pack of caffeine pills and some kind of gas you shoot in your lungs.

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Don’t know if it was just a dream but I feel less sick.

We can breathe again now cause we can see our shadows again.

I got the babble, can’t stop talking. Nikair still a bit sick for talking but he pulls all the faces to show he’s enjoying the banter. I telling him all the things he’s gonna buy when he works for his uncle. Flying cars and robot slaves. One of them big baths full of bubbles.

Now we’re back at the crazy golf. Go into sneak mode. They’re not here. A few older bums about. Still sleeping. Out the back, behind the big building - that’s where they did the big boy golf.

We got to be careful of all the broken glass. Cuts can go bad real quick.

We find the boys all in a pile, Ninja, Northface, Mud and Chips. They’re all the way in the back corner of the range. Big metal shelter where people used to stand hitting golf balls all day.

They’re really sick. Put my ear right up close. Breathing just about.

It’s dark in here. Now it ain’t. Our shadows painted up on the wall massive. Some big fat searchlight behind us. I hear a click clack. Burner.