Instead of performing I went stright to my room. It was too late now to earn any extra money with the song. I tried to pull myself together. I just needed to make the money.

I passed a long queue of men waiting outside my door. I paused. How had I generated this much interest? I hadn’t been on stage! I shook my head and walked past them, entering the room quickly. I didn’t look at them for fear I wouldn’t be able to go through with this.

I took a couple of deep breaths and waited.

The door opened with a click.

The man that entred was wearing alarge trench coat with a hat covering his face. One hand was inside the coat, seeming to hold something. With his free hand he took off his hat and I couldn’t help a smile breaking out on my face.

Zeke had come back.