The girl stood on the corner of the alley, next to the wheelie bin, away from the street-light. Her face was shadowed, but there was just enough light to see that she had dark hair, and was wearing a black jacket and some kind of trousers, jeans probably. She moved slightly and a stray streak of light from the nearby bar caught her face for a moment and lit up the tracks of the tear stains on her cheeks. She stepped back against the brickwork again and waited.

The small clock above the jewellers shop chimed the hour – ten o'clock. The clock face was obscured by rain drops – the rain had stopped a short while ago however and as the girl stood looking up at the clock the clouds parted a little. A weak moon shone down through blustery skies.

Tomorrow, she thought, as the silver light fought it's way down between the rain drenched shops and bars. Tomorrow we'll find him.

A boy came silently from behind her in the alleyway. He touched her arm and she jumped slightly. His hair was damp, like her's, but not as dark, auburn perhaps, and his eyes were lit greenish blue in the glow of the street lamp.

"Come on," he pulled her gently by the arm. "Let's go now. It's alright."

"Are you alright?" she looked up at him, concerned.

"Yeah," he put his arm around her briefly before pulling away. The girl's face saddened for a moment. The boy pulled one of the curls behind her ear and smiled.

"There's just a few rats, but it'll do. Disgusting but…" he trailed away and rubbed his hand across his eyes.

"Let's get indoors, Danny," whispered the girl, taking his hand and leading him away up the road.

Danny sat up in bed, watching whatever it was that was on the television – something about antiques. It was early but Zoe was already crashed out on top of the other bed in the small guest house room that they occupied. She was exhausted, this was the third month in a row that they had tried to find help. Sometimes Danny thought that things were taking a worse toll on his sister than they were on himself. She hadn't even managed to get any of her clothes off before she'd fallen asleep – fully dressed and soggy haired she had literally dropped as soon as they had come through the door.

He attempted to get the duvet over her – with a bit of tugging and shoving he managed it eventually. The mirror on the wall caught his eye as he stood. His stomach twisted and clenched, he felt as if the floor had dropped away. He turned his back to the wall and faced the television again.

Tomorrow, he thought. It has to be tomorrow. It must be our chance tomorrow.

The antiques programme trundled on. The clock ticked. Zoe breathed deeply in the other bed. And Danny, the boy with no reflection, hid his face in his hands and wept.