The sky was a dark, lowering grey, and there was no sign of the rain abating. She didn’t have an umbrella with her and while her winter coat was warm, it was not waterproof, but she kept going, ignoring how soaked she was. Her hair was sticking to her forehead, and water tickled her nose as it dripped off the end. Lizzy made her way through the back streets of Soho, to the junction of Oxford Street. Buses coasted past, splashing oily rainwater up from the road’s edge. She managed to avoid catching any of the large waves. Crossing Oxford Street, she continued northwards, towards Emma and Dan’s flat. Please let everything be all right. Lizzy pulled out her phone again, in case she had missed a call. She hadn’t. But, just as she was about to slide it back into her coat pocket, a call came through. Her hopes were dashed when she saw from the caller ID that it was Will. ‘Lizzy, it’s Will. Are you with Em?’ ‘No,’ she replied, narrowly avoiding a deep puddle by the side of the road.
