"That is something," he smiled and moved in to slip his arm round Danny's waist to lead him on. Their bags swung in time with their steps and before they left the neighborhood of the museum there was a small petrol station.

"We should get some rubbish. Crisps and candy and some cigarettes for you. I want a drink," he said, leading the way inside out of the cold.

"Merry Christmas," came flatly out of the bored looking girl behind the counter. She snapped her gum and turned the pages of a pap rag, waiting for the pair to hurry and leave again.