"I’m sorry Alice," Dana mumbled uncomfortably, her eyes downcast to the ground. She wasn’t sure how to console a person in Alice’s position. "Sorry you’re belongings and home were bombed, but you’re alive…at least for now!" So instead she remained quiet. After a few minutes she heard a sigh from the blonde.

"I have no idea how you knew about me, or about what just happened," Alice said quietly, her voice cracked and hoarse. She got up onto her feet and looked Dana into the eyes. "But I would have been in there if it wasn’t for you, so thank you."

"You’re welcome," Dana replied, surprised at Alice’s words. She reached out and rubbed Alice’s arm supportively before pulling her along through the park. "We need to find somewhere to stay for the next day or two, and then I’ll explain everything to you."

"I know a place," Alice said confidently, her voice still grim. She looked at Dana reassuringly. "Don’t worry, no one knows about it. I’m not completely dumb. I’ve a number of safe houses around the place just incase. This however is the first time I’ve had to use any of them. We’ll go to Shane’s. She’s an old friend of mine, and she should be able to sort us out with whatever we need. We’ll be safe there."

Dana nodded and then continued walking in silence, every so often stealing a glance at the blonde next to her who was still trying to accept what had just happened.

"I’m not expecting any visitors. Fuck off or I’ll call the police." The strained voice over the intercom brought a smile to Alice’s face, and a deep frown to Dana’s.

"Alice are you sure this is… safe?" Dana asked wearily as she looked up and down the street. It looked as if a bomb had hit it, with it’s rickety, poorly kept council housing and the dumped stolen cars in the

unkempt lawns. There was a group of lads just up the street who looked like they were in the middle of some scam, and Dana was pretty sure she had seen a number of junkies as they had walked to the apartment.