If you go down in London's Underground, you'll see the abandoned stair case and the broken ticket boxes. Go past the battered tracks, and the subway cars that lie on their sides like they had been slammed against the walls. Keep walking, in the dark, for the lights that used to make the subway famous are long gone. Try to keep a hand on the wall, and try not to shudder at what you hear down there. But don't worry, you'll never run into anyone in the pitch-dark hellhole. The ones that used to walk these roads and ride these rails are long gone. They'll never come back, and the tunnels deep underground that used to belong to happy families and bustling business men are empty. After everyone left, the rats came. But even they didn't wish to stay in a place as empty and dark as a long forgotten soul. Speaking of which, keep following the tracks to the long empty restrooms, and you'll find some. Walk past the sinks that have been wrenched from the wall and the broken porcelain toilets that used to be carefully tended. Go into the second to last stall, don't worry; the door is long gone. Push back the wall behind the toilet; there's nothing holding it up, it will fall with the slightest pressure. Then look inside. Find the six lost souls, each one emotionally beaten and physically bruised. But one, the one who was supposed to save the world, is the worst. Look into his green eyes, and see The-Boy-Who-Lived.