The moment they walked out of the warehouse, Hope couldn't feel more relieved as the warmth filled into her skin as she stretched out her arms while Mr Wheeler closed the warehouse doors and fixed the lock back into place. Harley sighed out as he ran a nervous hand through his hair, rephrasing the words Hope had just said about them.

"I'll be going for lunch now in case you will need me. It's around eleven and I need to be back on my post by twelve. So if you need anything, I'll will ...