“Hmm…” The man turned the ring over in his hands. “Hmm. Yes. Hmm…”
“How FREAKING MUCH?!” Hannah screamed.
“I'll give you 250 for it.”
“250?! Do you know how much that cost new?!” Hannah erupted.
“Well, it ain't new NOW, is it?!” The pawn guy said. Hannah took his point and handed the ring over.
“Great. We're homeless with 250 quid to buy a house, food and support ourselves for the foreseeable future.” Said Jess as they left the shop.
“Sorry if my wedding ring wasn't GOOD enough for you.” Said Hannah bitterly.
“I wish my dad was here.” Muttered Jess.
“Which one?” Hannah said, sarcastically.
“Whichever has most MONEY.” Jess muttered.
“You're just in a bad mood because Billy, Dom and Elijah have gone back to Scotland and you made a fool of yourself to Sean.”
“SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP!” Jess screamed.
“So you're NOT in a bad mood?”
“NO!”
Hannah and Jess walked out of the pawn shop in a stunned silence. Lots of people bustled past them in the street. They hadn't moved out of London since they hadn't had enough money. After seeing off Dom, Billy and Elijah at the airport they'd started the long and tiring search for a pawn shop.
“Why are you looking at my ears in that way?” Jess asked an entranced Hannah. “Stop it! You're not pawning my earrings!” She ran a short way down the street with Hannah leading (well, Hannah was a little better than Jess at running).
“OI!” A man who had been drawing a picture in chalk on the pavement, shouted at them as they ran straight over it.
“Sorry.” Hannah apologised.
“God, look how many buskers there are round here!” Jess said looking around in surprise. “I never took any notice before.”
Sure enough there were two separate guitarists, a caricaturist, three people drawing pictures on the pavement and somebody singing with some bongos.
“I just had a superb idea.” Said Hannah.
“Oh dear.”

“PUNCH! PUNCH!!”
“SHUT UP, JUDY YOU OLD HAG!”
“NO, YOU SHUT UP!”
“YOU!”
“YOU!”
“YOU!”
Hannah and Jess who were sitting down under a box attacked each others hands that they were holding high up above them.
Giggles came from outside the box and Hannah peered around the corner of the box and saw about 5 children who had gathered around outside and were watching the puppet show in fascination.
Jess and Hannah made their hands bow then brought them down inside the box.
“I can't believe you've got me doing this.” Muttered Jess.
“What? It's not like anyone can see you.” Said Hannah trying to re-stick the bead on her sock as an eye.
“Peeww, I told you we should have used my socks Hans,” Jess held her hand at arms length (which was the best she could frankly do).
“Shut it, smelly-sweet feet. How many kids we got out there?”
Jess poked her head over the top of the box.
“One…two, three, four, five…six…seven.”
“Good crowd.”
“Hmm, well, I've – ooh, hang-on.”
“What?”
“That kid sitting at the back…he looks really familiar.”
Hannah poked her head up too.
“You're right.” Suddenly she gasped. “OH MY GOD!”
“What?” Jess jumped in surprise and fell, landing on top of Punch's hooked nose. “OW!”
Hannah gave no reply but leapt up, upturning the box and grabbing Jess's glasses off her face on the way.
“HANNAH! Come back here! I can't GODDAMN SEE!”
Hannah bounded over to the kids (scaring several away in the process). She reached the familiar-looking boy at the back of the group and placed Jess's glasses on his nose before ruffling his hair into an untidy mess.
“Oh my God! It is you!” She screeched.
“Who is it?” Jess staggered to her feet and squinted. “What is it?” She gazed around. “Where the hell am I?!”
“Who are you?” Asked a rather scared Daniel Radcliffe, being engulfed in a bear hug by Hannah.
“Awww…Momma's little baby!” She cooed. “He's all grown up! Yes he is! Yes he-“
“Where are my bodyguards?” He asked, fearfully.
“Where are my glasses?” Jess asked, pawing blindly towards them. Daniel pulled them off and handed them to Jess with difficulty through Hannah's motherly embrace.
Jess fixed her glasses back on her face and looked at the scene before her.
“Oh, for God's sake, Hannah, let the poor kid go.” She exclaimed.
“Who's Mummy's little angel? Mummy's little soldier? Eh? Eh?”
“Help me.” Choked poor Daniel.