The next day

Northern Central London

The crowd of refugees that Lizzy, her mother, Mr and Mrs Perkins, and the fairies were part of had covered quite a lot of ground in the past day. They were close to the River Thames now, they would have reached it by last night, but tripods were moving about in the quickest routes and they had to take alternative paths to get to the Thames, which would take them longer, but it was safer, or had been so far.

The street they were walking down was nearer the central area of London. Far off ahead of them, the tower of Big Ben stood in the distance. All around them, the houses and shops were either completely or partially destroyed, obviously meaning that an attack had been on this area very recently. However, there was one change; the red weed was not as widespread anymore. Usually it was all over the place, choking the life out of the trees and grass and such, but now it seemed to have stopped growing all of a sudden. Few people had noticed it, but even those who had were unable to investigate why. There were still reports that tripods were in the city and stopping would put themselves and the crowd at risk of being spotted and killed.

Mr Perkins, who was walking alongside his wife behind Rebecca, who was holding Lizzy's hand, and Lizzy, surveyed the damage around the crowd.

"I can't believe the Martians have done all this," he said.

"Neither can I," his wife replied. "I hope Rebecca and Lizzy are okay," she whispered to her husband. "Rebecca's been awfully quiet since she heard Martin is not with us,"

"We just have to hope he is," her husband told her. "As much as I hate to admit it, I doubt he is, but still…there is a chance he could be,"

Mrs Perkins nodded. Even though she too did doubt that Martin could be alive, she still did hope he was. If he was not alive, Rebecca and Lizzy would be devastated, but they still had to not give up hope. He might be alive, but just not with them.

In Lizzy's coat pockets, the fairies were also thinking over whether their friends were alive. It had been days since they last saw them and with all that had happened, there was little chance they were, but they still did not give up hope. Even so, they still had the thought of them not being alive, or at least not all of them being alive, which they really cursed themselves for thinking of, in the back of their minds.

"I hope Tinkerbell, Fawn and Bobble and Cheese are okay," Silvermist said, moving away from the coat flap pocket after surveying the damage around the crowd. "It doesn't look like anything has survived unscathed out there,"

"I hope so too," Terence sighed. "I just want this all to be over so we can go looking for them, or at least go back to Neverland and they can come and help us look for them,"

"I doubt they would come out and reveal themselves to the Humans, though, Terence," Vidia piped up. "We've been hiding ourselves from them for centuries so I really doubt they'll just suddenly decide it's okay to look to reveal themselves to Humans and try and look for other fairies right in the middle of their city,"

"Well, you never know, Vidia," Terence replied. "They might have to. These are other fairies. I know Queen Clarion or anyone else wouldn't want to leave them on their own," he looked down at the floor. "I wouldn't want to leave them, especially Tinkerbell,"

"Don't worry, Terence," Silvermist said, moving over to him and resting a hand on his shoulder to reassure him. "I'm sure Tinkerbell, Fawn, Bobble and Cheese are on their way to the river like we are. We'll meet up with them soon,"

He smiled a little at her, "I wish I had your faith, Silvermist," he said.

"Well I'm someone who never stops believing," she replied.

He smiled.

In the other coat pocket, the others were also talking about their missing friends.

"Where d'you think they could be?" Iridessa asked.

"Who knows," Rosetta replied. "With what happened at the river, I wouldn't be surprised if they ended up going back towards the fairy camp or somewhere like that,"

"I don't think so," Clank piped up. "I know Bobble would never leave his friends if he was separated from them and he would follow them. Same thing with Tinkerbell so they're probably somewhere in the city,"

"Maybe, but where exactly?" Rosetta asked.

"I just hope they're okay," Iridessa said. "I can't imagine what would happen if we found out they weren't alive,"

"Let's just try not to think about that, sug," Rosetta said.

Suddenly, the ground shook and the sound of murmuring from outside filled the air. The fairies in both of the pockets darted towards the flaps and looked out to see everyone looking around with confusion.

"What was that?"

"I dunno, but I don't sound good," another replied.

"Mother, I'm scared," Lizzy said, tightening her grip on her mother's hand.

"Don't worry, Lizzy," Rebecca reassured her daughter, though she sounded uncertain as well.

Suddenly, a woman at the back of the crowd screamed and everyone turned to see what was going, though they quickly saw what why as well.

Coming towards them was a tripod. Though it was staggering slightly, it was still a menacing sight. Its laser was already out and aiming directly at the crowd. The machine smashed through the remains of a house and one of its legs uprooted a tree that was partially covered in the red weed, but the tripod paid it no heed. The Martians were getting desperate and were even willing to destroy what they had intended to grow on Great Britain in order to survive.

A panic broke out in the crowd as everyone began running in all directions. Some soldiers began firing up at the tripod, as did some of the officers, but their bullets were no match for the thick armour of the machine.

"Stay with me, Lizzy!" Rebecca said, grabbing her daughter's arm and running with her down the road where many other people were heading to, so fast that Lizzy's bracelet fell off her hand and onto the ground.

The heat ray of the Martian tripod aimed at the crowd and began firing, slaughtering everyone it touched.