Overlooked

Making his way quickly through the maze of streets that surrounded the Wee Hoose, Adam headed uphill. The sky had darkened, and he felt light spots of drizzle on his face.

He found himself on one of the roads near the edge of town, where imposing Victorian terraced houses looked down on him.

Perhaps understandably in the circumstances, he couldn't shake the feeling that unseen eyes were looking down on him too; a paranoid shiver went through him and he felt cold and alone.

He wished he'd taken a moment to bring his jacket with him. Looking back, he cursed the fact that he hadn't taken a few seconds to go back to his room.

Groaning, he suddenly realised that the keys to his flat were in his jacket.

Shit.

What now? The rain was really starting to fall now. Where could he go?

And then suddenly it hit him: Stevie's.



Part Two begins here.