Richard Sparkle looked at the silver map in his hands and felt anxious.

He walked over to the window and reflected on his crowded surroundings. He had always loved snooty London with its noisy, nosy nooks. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel anxious.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Rachel Blunder. Rachel was a creepy wally with vast fingers and chubby legs.

Richard gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a spiteful, sweet, whiskey drinker with wide fingers and red legs. His friends saw him as a drab, disgusted deity. Once, he had even revived a dying, baby bird.

But not even a spiteful person who had once revived a dying, baby bird, was prepared for what Rachel had in store today. 

The rain hammered like rampaging guppies, making Richard relaxed. 

As Richard stepped outside and Rachel came closer, he could see the whispering smile on her face.