The boat pulled out into the docks. Paul went down to the cabin to inform his passengers that they had reached their destination, and he let out a light chuckle when he saw that Lucy was fast asleep, holding Harry like a teddy bear.

"Boy, if she hadn't told me she wasn't his mother..." Shaking his head, Paul approached and gently shook the woman awake.

"Mmm? What is it, Paul...?" Lucy asked groggily, rubbing her eyes.

"We're in London now, Lucy." The sailor explained. "This is our stop." Lucy's eyes widened, and she smiled.

"Thank you, Paul. We'll leave now..." And with that, she bent over to scoop Harry into her arms, and made to leave.

"Hold on a sec!" Lucy turned to acknowledge Paul, who was writing something on a piece of paper. He handed her the sheet of paper he was writing on. "My phone number." He explained. "If you need another lift at any point, just give me a call and I'll come get you two."

"Why?" Lucy asked. Paul smiled.

"I can't stand to see anyone in trouble." Lucy smiled.

"I would hug you, Paul, but..."

I gotcha. Your arms are full. Well, good luck, Lucy!" He waved the diclonius off as she left the ship.

Lucy stepped out onto the harbour. Harry chose this moment to wake up. Yawning softly, he looked up at his mother figure.

"M-Morning, Lucy." He said softly. Lucy stroked his hair.

"Good morning, Harry. Did you sleep well?" She asked. Harry nodded.

"Wh-Where's Paul?" Harry looked up to the deck to see Paul waving down at them. Harry smiled and waved back. Paul smiled, then set sail once more. "So what are we gonna do now, Lucy?"

"We have plenty of money, Harry. We can spend some time in a motel I guess..." And with that, the woman walked down the street, the little boy held firmly in her arms. Lucy felt a little anxious looking around at the neighbourhood they were in. It seemed a bit run-down...There was graffiti everywhere and trash littered the street... The diclonius held Harry tighter, as she felt like they were in a bad neighbourhood...

"Well, what have we here?" Lucy's head snapped in the direction of the voice, and her eyes narrowed into slits as five men slunk out of the shadows of an alleyway. "Damn, you are one FINE young lady!"Harry whimpered and clung tightly to Lucy's shirt.

"...I'm not interested." Lucy said calmly. The leader of the gang licked his lips.

"Do I look like I give a damn?" Lucy snarled.

"There's a child here." She said, trying her best to remain calm. Just when she was starting to believe humans weren't all that bad...Looks like Mike, Susan and Paul were the exceptions to the rule...

"So, what are we gonna do with her, boss?" A tall, thin, almost snake-like man asked.

"And what about the kid?" A massive, overweight one added. The leader smirked.

"They're on our turf. Can't say I like that... First thing we're gonna do is kill the kid. Then we have our way with the girl and kill her too!"

"Can I go first, boss?" A short, scruffy man asked, grinning creepily.

"No way! Me!" A muscular man insisted.

"Boys, we all know that I'M going first!" The leader insisted. "I want to be first to get a crack at her..." These guys had absolutely no idea who they were dealing with...and she was absolutely was trembling by this point. "Haha! Look at that, fellas! She's scared!" They were wrong. Lucy was not scared. She was trembling with pure, righteous anger. She took a deep breath, then looked down at Harry, who was trembling in terror. She sighed, then whispered "Please...forgive me..." into the little boy's ear. Harry stared at her in horror. Was she gonna let them have him?

Lucy looked back up as the men approached, the leader with an ugly sneer on his face.

"Might as well come quietly, toots. Ya don't stand a chance agai-ACK!" The man's eyes widened as he felt something penetrate his stomach. He looked down. He didn't see anything...but he was bleeding heavily. The man collapsed to his knees, then fell flat out on his face when he felt whatever was stabbing him remove itself from his stomach. The rest of his gang stared in shock as their leader bled to death all over the ground. Scowling at Lucy, the tall one withdrew a gun...but much to his shock, the weapon was knocked right out of his hand by an invisible force. The gang stared at Lucy in horror...and then the sounds of sirens blared in the distance.

"THE COPS!" The short one exclaimed.

"WE GOTTA GET OUTTA HERE!" The muscular one shouted. And with that, they all ran off, leaving their leader's corpse behind. Lucy looked down at Harry. He was trembling and his eyes were squeezed shut. The diclonius looked down in shame.

"...I'm so sorry, Harry..." She said sadly.

"I-It's o-okay, L-Lucy...I...I know why you had to do it..."

"...I just want to make sure you know this...I'll never hurt you, Harry...I...I love you too much for that..." Harry's eyes snapped open, and he stared at Lucy in shock. Lucy herself was a little surprised, but she shook it off and smiled at Harry anyway. This smile widened when Harry wrapped his little arms around her neck. She held him close...but the sirens had finally arrived.

"FREEZE! PUT YOUR HANDS WHERE I CAN SEE THEM!"