I looked around. No vampires or werewolves, necromancers or wizards, no dragons... London had its own little bubble of normalcy. It was a little strange at first, but I grew to like it as Oliver and I rode on the double-decker bus to his Aunt Sally's house. He told me that she lived in a mansion, and she was who bought Ollie his Lotus. I looked down at my ragged ensemble of clothes sadly. She would think I lived on the street or something.