Lucius was tired. He had lost count of how long he had been walking for and didn't even know if he was heading in the right direction but he just hoped for the best, that he'd see something he recognised soon, and kept going. He knew it was getting late but he didn't stop, if he stopped to rest it would take longer so he continued to walk and walk and walk. It was really dark now and his feet were aching but, still, he never stopped. He jumped into a steam a while back to get a drink and get a quick wash before getting back on the road and that was the only times he'd ever stop but never for long, he would rest when he got home. Apart from him falling over and banging into things he was starting to like the darkness as he didn't need to sneak or hide from people. There was noone around and in the off chance that he did see anyone it was too dark to notice anything clearly so he was able to walk freely. He was actually really starting to enjoy this, until, suddenly he saw something running towards him and he didn't have time to move out of the way. The object collided with him at some force, enough force that it actually knocked him off of his feet. He wasn't sure whether to say anything or not but he thought to himself that he could at least find out where he was. He composed himself and just as he was about to speak he heard a faint female voice near him.
"Sorry," the voice had said. "I like running around London at night, it's peaceful and it helps me relax. I don't usually bump into anyone." She managed to say the last part smiling, even managed a small chuckle.
It's okay." Lucius replied, still not really knowing who he was talking to. "Wait! Did you say London?"
"This is London," she'd repeated as she stood up. "Are you lost?"
"Not anymore," he replied as he started rushing away as he had now realised he was talking to.
"That's good!" She shouted after him. "Please take these with you, I have spares!"
She chased after him, gave him the gift, then continued with her run. He waited until he believed she was far enough away before looking at what she gave him. It looked, to him, as if it was some strange pair of glasses. He didn't know what they were for but felt like he could make some use of them. He kept hold of the item and was somewhat glad he had bumped into her. He now knew where he was and how to get home, he just needed to get there. The news of this had helped his willpower to keep going, he was nearly there and he should be there before morning. He would be able to rest soon.