Reid climbed out of bed. It had been a week of idleness. Sure, the city was something impressive to see for someone more used to the wild outdoors, but it smelled of piss, sweat and oil. And a week of walking around observing other people at work, and children begging was enough.
As he stood there, he thought of the card his friend Jenny had given him. She had told him that he should at the very least meet these people. It seemed like she was intent on some agenda. She kept talking about him "fitting right in" and then laughing in an odd way.
"Fair enough" he thought. "No, I left that card she gave me somewhere...."
Digging the crumpled business card out of his bag, Reid started to dress to go out. "Hmmm, sword, or no sword... Better to have it and not need it I guess."
The ranger pulled on his duster, slid the katana onto his back where it would go almost unnoticed. Boots and hat inplace, Reid stepped out the door holding the card.
"Barker Street" was the most legible section on the front.
In neat print on the back it read "Celia- this is Reid from America have him tag along some time good for you both I think, cousin Jenny"
The word cousin was written larger and at an angle as if to highlight it. Reid considered if that meant it was a joke, or more a reminder of a distant relative.
He stepped out the door into the London Fog.
