Calvin found himself somewhere deep in the night.
The familiar smell of mold as well as the noisy creaking of the bed frame and the whispers of the drug addicts out on the street and the coquettish moans of the whores and strumpets made it clear that Calvin was in the Northern Borough.
He stared right at the ceiling and found that there was no ceiling.
Yes, there was no ceiling.
For above him was the upper bed of the bunk bed where he was laying.
A pair of footsteps rang out...
What followed afterwards was a small click and the gas lamp soon emanated an orange light that illuminated the dimly-lit hut. Calvin turned to look at the source of light, then glanced at Grandma Elsa.
Elsa was asleep with her back turned to Calvin.
Calvin slowly got out of bed and he was greeted by the sight of Charlotte and Cecilia. The little girl was naked at this moment, she was being carefully wrapped by her mother in a yellowish cloth.
