The gloomy clouds hung low over the brick buildings and soon enough they began to pour downwards. London passed through a color filter and only emitted shades of gray. There were still a few streets to go before I reached my hotel. I pulled my hood over my matted brown hair and tried to jog down the crowded sidewalk. However, I soon found it impossible to go faster than a walk because of the sheer number of people on Marylebone Road. I had been out with a girlfriend that my parents had no clue about. I had not even told them that I would be leaving the hotel. Luckily, they left to watch a play just a few minutes before I left, and I planned to return before they did.
However, it seemed that reaching the hotel anytime in the next hour would be hoping for a miracle. Typical London, I thought.
Hotel Miramar 2
Johnny
English: Edgware Road, Paddington, LondonEven the sidewalks have rush hours. I decided that despite all the warnings my parents had given me of walking alone in London, I decided to take the narrower streets that connected Marylebone Road and Edgware Road. I would still have to hurry, but at least now I had a trifling chance of reaching the hotel before my parents. I knew they would be furious if they knew that I had been wandering around London without even informing them. I ran along the empty street. I noticed an alleyway to my right that would shorten my journey considerably. A little apprehensive, I scurried down the alleyway before any of the horror stories had time to occur. I wasn't like one of those horror movie characters, exploring every dark corner and consequently finding the 'bad guy'. However, that didn't stop two hooded men from emerging from a...