Show us the light

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"U-um." Go on. Get it out. It's not that hard to talk. "Could you t-tell me where I a-am?"

Mason looked down at his phone. “Damn Apple Maps.” He muttered under his breath as the door opened. He quirked an eyebrow at the boy, but smiled at the girl behind him. “I uh… I’m really lost. Where am I?”

She moved to stand in front of the boy, telling him to go to the back before looking back at the person through the doorway. "I'm sorry. That was my brother; he doesn't do too well around new people." She shrugged and smiled, looking down at his phone at back up to him. "You're in the heart of Sheffield, darlin'. Where are you trying to get to? Maybe I can help."

“Mason’s gonna kill me when he gets home. I got in one of those hyper-kitty moods and made a mess. I also may or may not have eaten Play-Doh.”

"You ate Play-Doh? Well, that has the potential to be dangerous. Wait, a hyper-what mood?"