Dank. Dark. Shit. This is not all that there is to be found in the winding tunnels of raw sewage pumping beneath the busy streets of London. There was Joffrey Middleton, a man who was unfortunate enough to be born as a tosher in Victorian London. This meant that he made his living underneath the feet of wealthier men, rummaging through filth for disregarded valuables, dodging toxic clouds of noxious gas, and warring with oversized rats. This would be enough to sap the spirit of any man, but Joffrey had more woes still. His brewing baby boy and doting wife both had empty bellies and expected Joffrey to provide. But how much is a man willing to risk to provide for his family? How far down can the sewers take him? And who shall he meet when he finds the bottom?

When a call cuts it too close…

… the events that I recall while being just as disturbing, to this day don’t add up. I recount what I remember from those three days and I come to the same conclusion I always do. Either I had a brief lapse in sanity, or what I understand to be reality, isn’t.