32The one thing London had was food. Real food, not those chemically enhanced protein meals they hand out on ration day. London catered for everything and everything was good. Any major building in the city was flanked by an array of eateries and the hospital was no different. Where there was sickness, there were visitors and appetites were always for sale. Rachel couldn't hide her excitement as they walked out of the hospital. They passed each restaurant and she breathed in deeply, savouring the smells. She was so preoccupied with where they could be going the fact that they weren't speaking totally passed her by.
They left the bustle of the main streets behind. Turning into a more modest road. The buildings here were from the old days, before the time of the border. These were ordinary
