The cobbled London streets were slashed with fierce rain on that stormy spring night. The pitch black sky was heavily lit up by the glittering silver moon, and the occasional flash of lightning. The usual hustle and bustle of London had been replaced with an eerie sound of only the rain being heard. As another loud strike of lightning flashed across the sky, a figure concealed in a dark cloak dashed hurriedly from a foggy alleyway and onto the doorstep of a well-camouflaged house. The figure then vigorously started to bang their clenched hands onto the door of the house.
The door was suddenly opened by a bespectacled young lady of about 20 holding a recently published newspaper and a leather-bound notebook. "I'm sorry, but the Doctor is unable to come to the door currently, so may I take a message?"
The hooded figure bowed politely to the woman. "Can you please ask if he has collected what I wanted?"
Flipping through the notebook, the woman pressed her finger onto a page. "Yes, he has retrieved it for you. He asks for you to choose what you would like for the final part. Blue? Green? Brown? We also have-"
Her sentence was cut off by the figure's finger jabbing the newspaper in her hand violently.
"THAT."
The woman turned the paper over to see what the figure was pointing at. As she moved the paper, the finger moved and repeatedly poked the photograph on the cover; in the picture, a young boy with an eye patch scowled at the camera, his hair matted to his forehead with water.
"You'd like...his shoulders?"
"NO!" the figure jabbed the picture again. "THAT." The woman looked closer to see the finger pointing at the girl stood behind him, with bouncy curls and a frilly bonnet. She could see the finger was poking particularly at the face of the young girl.
"That is what I need! Do you think the doctor can retrieve that!"
As she examined the photograph, she read the title: 'PHANTOMHIVE EARL AND FAMILY SURVIVE FROM CAMPANIA.'
The woman grinned like a Cheshire cat. "Oh, I think he'll have no problem finding her."
