"We do our very best, but sometimes it's just not good enough. We buckle our seat belts, we wear a helmet, we stick to the lighted paths, we try to be safe. We try so hard to protect ourselves, but it doesn't make a damn bit of difference. Cause when the bad things come, they come out of nowhere. The bad things come suddenly, with no warning. But we forget that sometimes that's how the good things come to." - Grey's Anatomy , Meredith Grey

Lyall's Pov

"Excuse me madam?" A gruff voice said from behind me. I froze in place. So close to the exit. I cursed. "Would you kindly come over here please." He said. I slowly turned around and walked towards the front desk. "God, why do you hate me." I cursed in my head. With my hood still covering my face I slowly looked up and saw a gruff, old cop staring down at me with cold brown eyes. I gulped and quickly look down. Finding the floor very fascinating.

I can still feel his eyes on me and he coughed. "May I ask what you are doing up?" He asked me, his eyes moving away from me. I felt dread coursing through my veins. "Did he know I'm a patient? I have to trick him somehow." I thought trying to think of a plan. "Well?" He asked again in a huff getting inpatient. "Tá brón orm nach bhfuil Béarla agam- (I'm sorry I don't speak any english)." I said in Irish. He gave me a confused look and slowly walked away from me to talk to another cop.

I still was looking to the floor. The nurse just typing away on her computer, not giving me a second glance. I caught a little of what the old man was saying to another cop. "I can't understand a word that girl is saying. But she looks suspicious." He whispered. I couldn't get what else he was saying cause…

Bang! Bang!

Gunshots were being sounded right outside the hospital. The cops ran straight out the door with the rest of the hospital staff. I stood still for a couple of seconds then turned and ran. "I take it back God! Thank you!" I yelled in my head with happiness. I got through the sliding doors and saw at the corner of my eye that the shooter was caught but I didn't stay long to watch.

After I was sure I was away from the hospital I stopped and looked at my surroundings. I was in the center of London. Shops and restaurants in every corner. Cars speeding passed each other and lights flashing everywhere. People crowded everywhere together. Trying to get passed everyone to get where they were going. Everything was overwhelming. This was my first time in London since my father forbid me to come here.

I wanted to take it all in and enjoy the moment but I had to keep going. I ended up at a park with a big beautiful lake, tall trees illuminated but lamps that guide you through trails of the park. With the lamps as my guide I found a wooden bench facing the lake. I sat down and closed my eyes taking a deep breath. Feeling the crisp air and the smell of damp grass filling my senses, I sighed in bliss. Feeling relaxed for once in my life. I open my eyes up to the dark sky and remained still for a moment.

After I relaxed enough I took my bag and put it on my lap and started to rummage through it. I found my cards and my money. I started to count how much I have in the world. "57 pounds. That is not much." I thought while I counted. I sighed and put the money back in my bag. I looked at my cards next. "I should see what the cards say." I whispered to myself. I grabbed the Tarot cards and started to shuffle them. I made four piles and waved my hand around them. Once again I felt the power of the cards but it wasn't as powerful as Juliet's.

I chose the pile on the far right and pushed the rest of the cards aside. "What do I do now?" I asked the cards. The cards that I picked up revealed Three of Pentacles, Three of Swords, Page of Cups, Death,Two of Cups,Two of Wands,The High Priestess,The Fool,Six of Pentacles, Seven of Pentacles. The moral of these cards say that I have to trust my gut and that I will have set backs but my efforts will be rewarded. My most concerning card is death. Whether be myself or someone else, someone is going to die. I lifted the card of three swords and tears falled down my face. It reads that I am experiencing loss but I cannot linger and that this loss will lead to a better future.

After a good cry I put away the cards. "Well that doesn't give me much on what I should do." I mumbled. I thought of what my next move will be. A loud grumble came from my stomach and a shiver went through me. "Well for starters I should find a place to sleep and get food." I said to myself. I got up from the bench and was about to walk out of the park until I spotted a dark figure. I stopped and tried to look at it more closely. It looked like an animal since it was down on all fours and it was big. "What is it" I thought.

I started walking towards it. It was under one if the lamps and the more closer I got the more visible it became. It must of saw me because it's head was looking at my direction, couldn't really see the eyes. It didn't run, it just sat down and… waited for me. Once I was face to face to it, it was a big black dog. It was a big, black dirty dog with red eyes and big canines. I looked at it in disbelief. Not believing that a dog could be so big. I lifted my hand to let it smell it . It sniffed it and licked it. I smiled at it's tounge tickling my skin. It wagged its tail in excitement once he was done licking my hand. It mouth looked like he was smiling. Showing off all of its canines.

"Where did you come from boy?"