Without any input from him his body just seemed to stroll up the alley
slowly, exiting onto a street that smelt like the sewers, he saw a
stool with some boot polish and a cloth on it, he felt his body stroll
over and sit down.
After a few minutes, a rich looking gentlemen wanderer past and Mitch
felt his mouth open and a prepubescent voice with a heavy cockney
accent issued forth, "'ello Guv'nor shoe shine?" the man walked over
and placed his foot on the stool and Mitch found himself expertly
beginning to polish it, as he did Mitch retreated into his own mind as
he worked, he couldn't explain the changes but somehow it all seemed
right... he found something pulling him to-wards this era, he thought
back to his history lessons on this era but the more he thought about
it, the less he seemed to know, shrugging it off Mitch decided to do
something he did often when bored back home, he set himself a Math
question and began to solve it but the closer he got to finishing it
the harder it got, finally he had to change to a easier one, and a
easier one until finally after a fair amount of effort he managed to
solve 10-2 = 8, Mitch paused suddenly, why had he been calling himself
Mitch... his name was Harry... he felt his head suddenly seem a bit
fuzzy, like he was half-awake, he shook his head a little and
everything snapped back, he could remember being someone else but
couldn't remember much more than that, a hardness entered his eyes as
his life of hardship made itself known, he finished the rich mans
shoes feeling jealousy course through him and looked up and said
"Thats a ha'penny guv'nor"