Go to London, you've nothing to lose.
From Create Your Own Story
London isn't far enough away to pass up the extra income, and you always enjoy showing up the coppers of Scotland Yard for being the overpaid arrogant fops they are the other 364 days they don't need you. In no hurry you make sure to tidy up the business on the estate and pack accordingly before taking a carriage out to the station and taking a train the rest of the way to Britain's capital. You smell it before you see it, the black coal smoke of the train suddenly overtaken by the dank haze of the most powerful city in the world. You always hate it here; its a foul place that so easily hides the vile hellspawn that lurk its alleys with the stench of garbage and human filth. You summon a taxi and consider your next move.
