The troupe had been staying at the Sanditon Terrace but mayhem had struck the place so the troupe had decided to move to different lodging after making sure that they were all okay. No one had died so there was that though they were shaken up because they had Seen Things. Luckily, they had found alternate lodging quickly enough. They were currently in London to sight see and do a bit of shopping. Tariq could not help but wonder if his great grandfather had ever been to London. As far as he knew his lot came straight out of Liverpool when they had been transplanted into America.

His experience so far in the UK had been odd. He could swear someone had been calling out to him the other day but they had been saying Ishmael. He'd never even heard that name before. They were probably confused, he had eventually figured. As the troupe moved ahead of him, Tariq stayed back and lit up a cigarette.