But on a quiet corner, Soapy suddenly stopped.
Here, in the middle of the city, was a beautiful old church.
Through one purple window he could see a soft light, and sweet music was coming from inside the church.
The moon was high in the sky and everything was quiet.
For a few seconds it was like a country church and soapy remember other, happier days.
He thought of the days when he had a mother, and friend, and beautiful thing in his life.