A/N: Sorry, it's a bit shorter. I needed the chapter to end where it does.

It was like moving in a haze. She walked down one street and then the next, getting further and further away from the only reason she had to stay in London. Lilly wondered if the people around her could hear her heartbeat. It sounded like the beating of a thousand base drums in her ears. But no one was looking. No one noticed her. She kept walking.

After a while, Lilly stopped, surveying the scenery around her. She was standing in front of the Nabootique. She was walking circles. She quickly crossed the street, hoping Howard wouldn't notice her, and sat down against the rough brick of the building. There was nothing for her to do but wait. Wait until Howard calmed down. Wait until things got better. Wait until she died.

Three hours passed and Lilly saw Howard lock the door and shut off the lights. She couldn't decide if she was happy that he hadn't come out to confront her again or not. She just wanted him to love her again.

"What's a pretty ting like you doin' in a place like this?"

Lilly jumped and turned around. Standing there, in front of her, was a green man in a top hat. She gasped and tried to scoot away.

The green man ignored her reaction, "You don't look like yer from 'round 'ere."

Lilly looked up at the looming man in horror and tried not to cry. Wasn't there a point where bad things just stopped happening to people? Hadn't she reached that point yet? Wasn't something good supposed to happen now?

"What's wrong, lamb? Everything gone a bit Pete, has it?" The green man crouched down next to her and positioned his face very close to Lilly's. She could feel his rancid breath on her cheek and she turned her head away to avoid it.

The man used his silver topped cane to force her to face him again, "It'd be a good idea for you to open that gob of yours and have a little chat with me." His voice was low and menacing and Lilly couldn't help but nod in response.

"Good girl." He removed his cane but didn't move away, "Now what's a pretty thing like you doing 'round 'ere?"

Lilly gulped and answered in a whisper, "I'm – um – I'm waiting for someone."

The man's face brightened in excitement and he laughed, "Yer a Yank! Blimey, and I thought I'd seen it all!"

Lilly gave him a confused look and he grinned manically at her, "They call me the Hitcher. What's yer name, lamb?"

"Lilly."

"A beautiful name." He put a green hand on her knee, "I'm goin' to help ya, Lilly."

Maybe it was the way he looked at her, or the way he'd offered to help her, or maybe it was just the fact that he was so different from anyone else she'd ever seen. Regardless of the reason, Lilly told him everything. For the first time in two months, she told someone about Vince.

The Hitcher seemed to understand where she was coming from. He didn't look shocked or horrified. In fact, when all was said, he'd laughed.

"I think I can help you out, Lilly." The way he said her name made her shiver, "Ya see, I know a bloke who knows a geezer who can bring people back from the dead. Just like that!" He snapped his fingers in her face and Lilly jumped.

She opened her mouth to respond but the Hitcher cut her off, "There's only one problem, ya see? Bringin' people back to the living isn't easy. It's gonna cost ya."

Lilly sighed, she knew all of that was too good to be true, "I don't have any money."

The Hitcher looked thoughtful for a moment and then he went back to maniacal, "I was thinkin' of something a bit different."

Lilly gave him a confused look, "Like what, exactly?"

"You for him. I get you. He gets to live."