At that moment, there was a shout from one of the drunken lurker in the alleyway. “Oi, who are ya?” A flushed, wrinkled face appeared out from a window at Pipkin. Tucking himself into a shadow, his heart beating rapidly, Pipkin went into shock. Something was now coming down the street towards him. He could hear it scraping itself towards the abandoned shed. Shadows moved. A raven black, pus-filled eye smirked.