“How long were you in Berlin?” Ash asks.
“A few years,” Wesley replies. “Rebecca worked as a private
tutor, Lillith danced at the weekends, and I was a rat-catcher.”
“So why did you leave?”
“The atmosphere started to get darker, uglier. I'm sure you can
imagine. One night Lillith declared that the soul had gone from
Berlin and it was time to move on. We joined a circus for a time,
Lillith did Tarot readings, and I mucked out the cages. After that
we had an olive grove in Spain, but left when the fighting started.
We went south, into Africa, then west to the Americas.”
“I think,” Ash interrupts, “That that's more than enough of
your autobiography for now, don't you?”
