After about an hour of silence, there was a knock on the door that put an end to the monotony. At the door was Sophie Turner, a face I hadn't seen in a decade. "I think it's time you leave." Before he could say a word I shoved him out the back door, walked all the way to the front, and opened the other door. "Hello, little brother." She said the moment she saw me.

"For the last time, I'm older than you!"

"I don't care. Little brother."

"And you wonder why I haven't spoken to you since Luxembourg." We both exchanged subtle laughter before I invited her inside reluctantly. "How have things been with you?" Since I have not seen her in a few years and she is my sister.

"I settled down in a house in Manchester with a doctor named Joel bell and got a better job than a waitress. I now own a small corner shop, but anyway, I'm here to talk about you and this mess you've gotten yourself into." She stood up, taking a few seconds to consider her next word. "There is a point in someone's life where they must ask if they have gone too far. I think you have reached that point with your wife." I can tell she was being sarcastic at the end but it gave me food for thought. "I take it you're here to pick up something as well. If you are it's in the basement."

I followed her down the stairs listening to each creek to ask for her help, "I can't find my wife, she went missing a few days ago, have you seen her?" She ignored me preferring to play with the item, wrapping it around her thumb and stretching it. It was a whip, along with a repetitive red and black pattern. I think she loved it too much.

I could see her face in a new light, it was a light, pale blue with even darker lips, cold. "I hope you took care of it, you did have it for ten years."

"Do you want to get dinner? I know a restaurant a few minutes away from here." She nodded silently while walking upstairs to grab her coat. "I'm sorry about Harry," she said immediately followed by the type of silence that follows a tragedy, it was uncomfortable. We walked outside and were greeted by the bright sun and the cold winds from the north.

Unlike most of London, this street had been re-laid so there was barely a crack in sight but you wouldn't have seen that on any other day. This was a street that was full of, the best way I could say it, suspicious foot traffic. I was in many ways similar to my sister, we both shared a disdain for the news because even though I had managed to keep my family secret she embraced it, making her stronger than ever, but this means it was also known to the public. She didn't care. I had always found it interesting that no matter what happened to her she still could find a way to not care at all.

"So how's mom?" I had not spoken to her for years. "She's doing fine, dads dead though, he has been dead for about a week. You should get the will in the mail in about three days ."I had no words, I had barely talked to him before I left home, but no matter how much I liked him, I still couldn't help but feel upset. So I did what I do best; I kept quiet about it. "The restaurant is part of a casino so if you want to spend some time in there, don't."

The arrival there was strange, almost expected as there was already a table set for us. "One of our staff said you would be here, but we didn't believe him." We were lead to the table by a man with a plain face, the only thing of note was his bald head and almost permanent look of death that marked his face. He was emotionless. Once we were seated we were given time to decide what we wanted. I went for a salad to stop Sophie from stealing any of my food. She got a rare steak with a gravy boat of lamb flavoured gravy. When we had both finished I offered to pay for dessert but she said, "I only need one thing." Before calling one of the employees over and staring deeply into his eyes, then following him to a back room. I feel sorry for him. Another member of staff walked up to me, "Will you be having anything else?"

"Not for a long time." when she returned her lips were covered in blood that she had missed when she wiped it off. "Let's go." She seemed happy at least.