Crouched down below the decking, searching for my lost coins. My jar of coins had been lost for nearly a year at that point, but that was no deterrence in my hunt. The front door flung open. I rotated quickly, disorientating myself in the process. After finding my bearings, I realised someone was mid-sentence. I clambered over to the epicentre of the noise.
“…it ain’t nothing to him or to us. Just leave it.” The voice was that of Charlie. I moved directly underneath the figures, listening intently.
“We’ve got to tell someone!” Exclaimed the second figure. I had deciphered that this was the voice of Billy. I was unsure as to what they were talking about at this point, but as the argument progressed it became more and more clear.
React!