It had a an odd Golden shaped handle, Ali turned it and the door opened, the gang of lads all rushed inside, Ali closed the door behind him.

“What the f*** is this?” Ali naturally enough as did his mates, had at least expected to see a kitchen, with the room being at the back of the manor, or perhaps a dinning room, a room that one would expect to find at the back of any house.

But the room everyone had entered into was filled with wall to wall Victorian style made, display cabinets, their shelves were all filled with little girl dolls, they were the size of an average sized porcelain doll.

Each cabinet had gold guild-ed brass handles, each and every little girl doll was wearing a Victorian like frock with frills on and lace.

“This seems to be some sort of a display room, though it is rather an odd place to be.” Remarked Mark. “I warned you.”

“I’m sorry. I was just trying to help.”
“Do me a favour, shut up…” Ali went over towards one of the display cabinets, he opened one up and took out a little girl doll.

It was dressed in a pretty frilly pink dress with pink lace trim, it had short puffed sleeves, he then turned the doll upside down.

His lips pursed into a slight smile, as the little girl had on underneath her dress, a pair of pretty frilly, pink, plastic pants, but underneath this was a miniature sized nappy.

Ali looked mortified and confused. “What the…”
“Oo… cute, but those are wrong.” Remarked Mark as he pointed to the frilly plastic pants.

“What are you talking about?” Enquired Ali in annoyance. “That is a Victorian dressed doll, it should be rightly wearing frilly drawers.”
“Oh, and how would you know.”

“I do happen to have an A Level in Period Clothing you know.”
“Why am I not surprised…” Ali sighed, now he was really was tempted now to make Mark wear the pretty frilly knickers that he had in his back pack.

“OK, I say that we all split up now that we are here, I bet this place is loaded with loot, we may as well help ourselves whilst we are here.”

“Yeah, great thinking Ali.” Remarked David Holden, he was English, he was 15 years old, he had shoulder length Mousy Brown hair and Hazel Brown eyes.

“OK, whilst you lot do start to go on the look out for loot, you can all also be on the look out for clothes we can all change into and any means in which to keep us all warm. Right, now then, David and I shall check out the North Wing of this place, Paul, you and Chang are to check out the East Wing. Ian, you and Roy are to go and check out the South Wing, Mahamid, you and Sean are to go and check out the West Wing and finally… Jerry, you and Mark can start to check if any of these dolls are made out of porcelain, as porcelain dolls go for a small fortune.”

“What, all of them?” Cried out Jerry O’Brien in dismay, he was Irish, he had long Red Rose hair and cat Green eyes, a rare genetic trait in his ancestral blood line. Ali rolled his eyes in annoyance.

“yes… of course I mean all of them, now get a move on.” Jerry held his head down, everyone else just all obeyed Ali without question, then again, these boys were your typical pathetic set of teenagers willing to follow whom ever was in charge. Ali and David Holden went off towards the North Wing of Hallows Manor.

Paul Oldfield and Chang Lee went off towards the East Wing, Ian McMillan and Roy Stevens went off towards the South Wing Mahamid And Sean McCarthy went off towards the West Wing, Sean was Scottish, he was a typical Scot with a mop of short Orangey Red Hair and Orangey Brown eyes.

Ali and David entered into a room that was filled with suits of armour. “Great, this stuff is no good to us…” Remarked Ali in annoyance.
“Too right, no way we could carry this stuff.” Agreed David.