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The Begin of the beginning.

Chapter 1

Everybody stared at Benjamin as he entered the train wagon. It was not because of what he said or did, let alone of how he looked, but because they were surprised that the tall lad managed to squeeze himself through the small door. Ben had brought three huge suitcases along, and found that it was almost impossible to hold on to your baggage and prevent the door from closing at the same time.

Everybody stared at Benjamin, nobody moved a muscle.

Benjamin never felt comfortable in public places, especially when he got all the attention, like now. It made him blush furiously and stutter and stammer, more than he already did.

Just when he had finally made his way to his seat, a sharp whistle announced that the train had reached its destination. Benjamin however remained sitting on the uncomfortable bench until the entire wagon was empty, this way preventing any further embarrassment.

A few hours later, Benjamin walked, still carrying his baggage, through the alleys of London. He couldn't help but being disappointed, he had expected the city to be….well at least less grey and depressing. He wanted to ask a random person on the street if they perhaps knew where to find a proper hotel, but he held back when he noticed that that the residents where quite similar to their city. Being the insecure man he was, Benjamin started to doubt his decision of leaving his former home.

"Maybe I can still leave. From everything I've seen, this place doesn't look well, not friendly at all. How in the world am I supposed to make a living here? Maybe they were right this time when they sai-OOF!"

Being caught up in his thoughts, he hadn't noticed the small person and bumped into the tiny figure. "I-I-I 'm so i-incredibly sorry, I really d-didn't notice you..."

"No no it's alrigh' dearie.'

From the voice he could tell the person was a female. Only now however he looked up to meet her eyes. To his embarrassment, he completely forgot what he wanted to say and stared at her with his mouth wide open instead. Never in his life had he ever seen such a beautiful person, he was stunned by her chocolate brown eyes, amazed by her curly red hair and transfixed by her milky white skin.

Benjamin badly wanted to say something that could cover up his foolish appearance, but his mind seemed completely blank.

"Uh, alright. I'll be off then. Bye"

Within a moment she was gone. Benjamin seemed to awaken from some kind of trance. His eyes searched for her in the crowd. When he thought he saw a glimpse of red curls, he followed her from a distance, because he didn't want to look desperate or even more foolish than she probably already thought he was. For a strange reason the thought of never seeing her again panicked Benjamin.

He followed her all the way across the market, through small alleys to an even more crowded street. Suddenly, he lost her. He turned around but the red curls seemed to have disappeared. Sighing sadly, he planned to turn around and leave for a somewhat cleaner street. But then the familiar red-head appeared again, smiling widely as he moved closer to see her more clearly.

From his spot he could see that she opened the door of some public restaurant. He swallowed; he was for hundred percent sure that he would make a fool of himself if he would go after her. To make things worse, he saw that she was talking to somebody else already. What would he say anyway? Still, he had the strange feeling that he had to see her again. He looked for something that he would notice when he would go searching for that particular place. He saw a street sign: Fleet Street.

While walking further he kept repeating the name in his head - Fleet Street, Fleet Street, Fleet Street - afraid he would forget it .