First attempt in putting OC in fanfic. May or may not end up as a Mary/Gary Sue (if you see signs of it, tell me in a review). Review and such if you are in the mood, thank you.

Personally I am a fail at tenses. Please keep that in mind.

It is snowing.

There is nothing unusual about this, because this is winter in London.

There is also the fact that it has been snowing for the last few days and I have been outside during the entire length of time, without food or anything similar.

Hunger is easy to cope with. It is a human instinct, and human instincts can be easily ignored with the use of logic. I consider myself a logical person. Which basically means that if you actually think and concentrate about it, the feeling disappears.

I think the word "logic" is synonymous to the word "reason". That is nice because a reasonable person is a nice thing to be. I don't let much emotion into my daily life, but I cry about it into my pillow for no apparent reason. For example, I may press a button to kill off half the world's population (which may or may not include myself) because I know that in a few decades the planet will start failing because of the sheer amount of people on it. Most people wouldn't have done that, because they let their emotions get in the way.

However none of this is of any assistance to relieve me of my current unfortunate state.

Cold is hard to cope with. It is something your body feels. The hunger and pain in the feet are nothing compared to this.

I am walking down a street, but for some reason the shops are all closed, so I can't go in any of them. Perhaps it is because the snow is too annoying. I think I am going in circles, but I can't tell anymore.

Wait.

Did that sign say "open"?

The windows aren't lit.

I can't read the larger sign on top of it.

One part of me said that this sort of thing is the exact type of thing in which one gets muddled in and somehow dies in the end. Another immediately replied, saying that there is most likely no other place to stay, so why not push that door open? The first part of my mind said that the place looked evil. The second one replied saying that "looks" don't matter. A third interjected that maybe just pushing the door open without thinking would be the best choice in this situation. The first two were about to argue when the third part, being the part of my mind with the most authority, temporarily ordered the first two to shut the hell up and just do as it said.

So I pushed the door. I can't tell what it feels like, because my hands are numb. I don't think I will be able to play a piano afterwards.

Surprisingly the door does not open.

I pushed it again.

It stayed shut.

Then it occurred to me that it may be because the door is closed, and I should therefore twist the doorknob first, and then push.

I did exactly that, the door fell open, and I stumbled into the room.

Then I collapsed onto the warm-feeling floor, which I later found out, was wooden and not very warm at all, but compared to what I have standing in previously (snow), is still quite warm.

.

"Well, what do we have here?"

The voice that spoke was hard to describe.

It laughed.

It had in it the exact sort of laughter the sadistic antagonist of a movie typically does, but somehow entirely different to it.

I looked up.

I think I saw a man with an interesting hat walk out of a coffin, which was when I shut my eyes because I thought I was hallucinating. Hallucinations are nice distractions from real life, but I don't need one right now.

I opened my eyes again. The coffin, the hat and the man are all still there. I got slightly depressed at the fact that I will have to deal with this hallucination like reality.

The floor was very comfortable. It wasn't cold. I didn't want to part from it.

I shut my eyes again. Everything else can wait.

.

I opened my eyes.

I was still on the floor, and the back of my head was aching. The floor suddenly seemed a lot colder.

Unfortunately I can still see the coffin. However the hat and the man are both gone, which is an improvement.

I stood up and rubbed my eyes. The world is tilting in ways it shouldn't.

Then I noticed that the hat and the man are not gone after all. They were both behind a desk I failed to notice until now. The hat was black, and had a long piece of cloth-ish thing extending out of its top. I can't see the man's eyes. He should try cutting his bangs.

Laughing his hard-to-describe laugh, the man turned to face me. I can't tell what he was laughing at.

"Why hello there. How may I help you?"

It didn't surprise me. Nothing can catch me by surprise. My brain thought of something polite-sounding to say.

"Hello, sir. I apologise for collapsing in your doorway." I looked behind me. I was quite sure that my clothes were wet with icy water when I came in, but the ground was all dry, so there was no point in offering to clean up.
"I have been walking in the snow for quite a while now and went into the first store that was open, which was this one." The room seemed to be full of coffins. Odd. Maybe this person runs some sort of funeral service. Isn't that pleasant?
"I need somewhere to stay until winter is over. Is there any place in London that is willing to take a child who can read and plays the piano?"

Make your speech sound nice. It always gets the adults. I tried to make a list of things I am good at. I can only think of the two I already said.

"Hmmn." Said the man.

I think he is thinking. Nice to know.

"Hmmn." He said again.

I waited.

Then his unnaturally white face grinned. His face was almost as white as his hair, which inexplicably, reached his waist. I thought this sort of hairstyle was the exact sort of thing that makes people annoyed.

"Teeheehee. I tell you what, I'll take you in myself."

I tried to keep my face emotionless when my mind screamed "What?!", though perhaps working with dead bodies isn't the worst job.

At least they don't talk.

"On one condition."

The man twisted his fingers. The nails were painted black and too long to play most instruments.

"Make me laugh.'