The village of Malbry was unusually quiet this week; no doubt because of everything that had just happened. It had been especially noted by the- recently quite imaginative- folk of Malbry that the red-head young man (who was always in Maddy Smith's presence) and his band of peculiar folk were always where trouble was. This was no different…
"Hey Mads" a familiar voice called as its owner sat next to Maddy on Red Horse Hill.
"It's MaddY" she emphasized with annoyance, but she felt a smile formed on her lips as she heard Loki's voice.
"Well, what's in a name? It doesn't define us, right?" Loki gave a crooked smirk, "Anyway, you're looking particularly moody today, what's wrong?"
"I feel like something bad's gonna happen. Worse than what happened in Worlds End." Maddy gazed out into the distance towards the long road that eventually ended at Worlds End, an uneasy fear growing inside of her.
"For once I think everything's gonna go well." Loki assured her, placing a pale hand on her shoulder. It felt unnatural since he wasn't the most sympathetic person, but she was probably his only true friend.