Before things could escalate any further, Abel pointed his cane behind the old men and screamed in panic. "Good heavens! Look, gentlemen, a robbery! Oh, no! Somebody help that poor woman!"
"What?!"
"A robbery?"
"A woman?"
"Where?!"
The old men quickly turned around. Yet, all they saw was a bunch of little children playing around on the footpath and people in tophats and bonnets going about their day.
There was no robbery whatsoever!
When they turned back around, Abel was long gone.
The youth ran through the cobblestone streets for several minutes, taking quite a few turns at crossroads, getting as far away as possible from the building he had just come out of.
Finally, he stopped and rested against the wall of a building, catching his breath.
"Fuck, that was close," he muttered under his breath.
He looked around, trying to ascertain just where he was. One thing he was certain of was that this was definitely not Highfield Street!
