Brayden looked down at the 'thing'. It was dotted with holes, gave off a stink, and there was yellow liquid spreading from underneath it. Even for 50 cents, Brayden wouldn't dare touch it. Then, suddenly, Freya walked up to him. "Yeah, I like cheese too. It looks delicious, eh?"

Jerry glanced down at the photograph in his hand, then back up again at the woman sitting alone at the back of the cafe.