"I suppose it's a bit boring. I'm from the city. Manchester. Non-stop people. You got the work rush, the after work commute, the late night drunks and homeless people after your cash. Cars honking, blokes yelling, girls screaming while pissed off their head. It's weird but like, sometimes boring ain't so boring." To Gideon, it was almost a relief to have some quiet. It seemed like someone was always yelling at him. His dad, the lads at school, his teachers, his dad's mates. It was an endless list of loud voices.

"I live near a nightclub. It's always loud in the streets outside. I'm like top floor on a fucking massive apartment complex and all I can hear is the pissed wankers." Gideon laughed and ate more of the bread, making short work of what he'd been given. "I bet you just hear cows and the like, eh?"