She was down on her knee's, the gravel below her biting into them. The pain in her ankle was almost unbearable. She jumped as a man beat on the RV door, and looked up as she watched a man make his way out of the RV, he was wearing a leather jacket. A red scarf could be seen around his neck and was wearing tan jeans on his bottom. "Pissing our pants yet? Boy, do I have a feeling we're getting close."

Being the son of an undertaker, Enoch O'Connor had never been like the other boys growing up in East London at the turn of the century. But he hadn't known exactly how different he really was. Now it's time for his story to be told.