Outside, the hail crashed down across billericay, bouncing off of cars and houses another to another noisily. Inside, an old crooked cottage, candles flickered in the unknown darkness. Rose Parker sat down in an old crooked rocking chair. Cold wind blew the hail side to side and pinged off the old window covered in dust. The little old cottage squeaked in the ferocious hail storm like speaking to her…no home, no relatives and was the most person wanted on earth.