He rushed through the streets of the Borough Market, passing quaint flower stalls and antique shops. This was his home, and he just liked roaming the streets once in a while. She ran through the crowd passing khaki pants, floral skirts, and ripped jeans. She wiped away a tear from her cheek, feeling scared. Tinier than usual. "Mama!" she desperately called. She felt like no one heard. No one cared. But she didn't see one little boy, who stopped his morning stroll, and headed her way.