Jameson stood at attention as the Sargent gave out orders for the day. Today it seemed he was actually going to be walking a beat not dressed in some grubby smelly clothes. The man neatend his uniform, then nodded to Jameson. “ya do.” His voice was one of resignation. What ever had Jameson walked a beat has upset the sergeant for some reason. But Jameson knew that he could not ask what was wrong without having his head bitten off.

As he walked his beat he watched those around him move, there were a few people there with excess soul that would need to be watched. On the corner near where he had lain yesterday was a man who was clearly dyeing of lung rot who had a lot of soul. Sighing he wished that the transformation would heal the man of the lung disease. But while he would not have the symptoms any more his lungs would still have the holes in them. “hay there grandfather.” The man looked up at him, his eyes weepy with the effects of drink. He held up his hand and smiled trying to get pity. The mans teeth were missing from his mouth and the smell of his body decaying on his breath would have sickened most humans. “sorry I don’t have spare change. Though you look like you could use a hot meal.” Gently lifting the man he slowly lead him down the road to a church where the man could get a bite to eat in the next hour and then he would be taken away to some charity house where he could get better or die.

Near the end of Jameson heard the ravens over head called out to each other of a dyeing tiny two lagged. How they would eat well tonight if no dogs came along. Fallowing the sounds of the main caller he twisted and turned down the alley ways till he found a child laying curled up in a dead end. Blood caked and dried on its clothes. Tilting his head he rapidly blinked as the flare of excess soul filled his vision. Shaking his heand he walked over and gently turned the child over. Its skin was covered in tiny bite marks and cuts. He really could not tell the gender of the child. Its clothes were baggy and could have been wore by a boy or a girl. The face was a mix of races, the skin might be olive like a Greeks if it was clean. The eyes, they marked this kid out as part Asian if not near full. Patting the childs face he tried to rouse it. After a few moments its eyes, Pale Teal, fluttered open looked at him then closed again. It was alive at least. Telting his head from one side to the other Jameson tried to think of what he could do.

He lived outside of white chapel, but only barely. He could take the kid to his place and hope for the best, risking the kid dieing and leaving a ghost behind. Or he take the kid to the station, but then the child might end up in the work house. Sighing he picked up a piece of bone and nibbled on it. Maybe not the best thing to do but he had a bad habit of eating carrian when he was worried. After a few moments he spit the bone away and picked up the kid. He needed more watches then he had, this kid was clearly not wanted and it would make a fine chick. It would also know what he needed to listen for and be quite helpful. He only hoped that he could make up enough money to keep the kid fed.

People moved out of his way as he walked through the street, avoiding every officer he could. He did not want to explain why he was taking a near dead kid to his home. He probably would be yelled at about being late back to shift change but he had to. The hall to his flat was empty as had been the stairs up. Laying the child on the bead Jameson tried to think of what to do now. He had little to no food in the place that was suitable to a human. A raven would have loved half of what he had. He really needed to go shop for food. One more thing to add to the list. Pouring a mug of water he slowly got the child to drink. He would have to make up some soup later for this thing. Lifting its shirt he sighed, it was nearly skin and bones. It clearly had been out on the street a while. Then he remembered the young gentlemen and his lady cosine. One more thing he had to deal with.

He bearly made it in to shift change and then he was off at a run in his uniform to where their home was. Along the way he stopped and picked up some food for the child. Stuff that would make a good broth even if it tasted odd to the child who might not be used to properly cooked meals. Maybe his mother could help out with this child. She knew what he was even if she was not one like him. she would know why he had picked up the child. He would send her a call when he had the time. For now he had to deal with Lily and Logan. Raising his hand he knocked on the door of the house that matched their address.