• When dusk turns to night and the streets become silent, one is awake and ready to play. The icy cold streets of London are the domain of a very young child. Her hair is snow white and her clothes tattered and ragged, but her smile invites you too follow her. Now I will tell you something that just might save your life, if you ever see this child at night, never follow her through through the foggy light. Because all who do so has met an end and I don't want to see you laying on the street... dead!