Joe's hands were rammed into his jacket pockets as he walked. The earlier spring in his step gone now that the railway had said no to signing him back on. Man and boy he'd worked there, and knew little else. He couldn't disappoint Pearl. He was enraptured with feeling sorry for himself, then the big curling red letters posted caught his eye:


"I'll have some of that." Joe said aloud to no one. He knew a thing or two about fire, sparks, and embers having worked on the railways. Ignoring the fine print, he headed straight for the nearby red doors and hopefully a new job.