Ian peeked through a tiny crack in the prison wall. Outside, London looked as amazing as always. The glistening river wound around the towering buildings, London Bridge standing strong as tons of people strolled on over it and Buckingham Palace stood as elegant as ever. Ian breathed in the fresh frosty air, he was soon distracted by the annoying repetitive whistle from the wardens. He swiftly turned around and glanced around his damp and dusty room, something caught his eye, what was it? Ian froze.