We haven't bought tickets Hoomey said in a quiet, frightened voice. "Let's just hope that no ticket inspector gets on, Nurty answered. The bus was full and everybody was looking at them. Nutty slid down in her seat, but, without clothes, there was nothing to hide her. Jazz shook his hair, which fell down over his face, and he sat there looking like some strange wild animal, But a ticket inspector didget on at the next stop. He came up to Jazz's seat, Tickets, please!' he said. Jazz began to speak very quickly in Punjabi,the language his parents used at home. Nutty looked out of the window, hoping for more time, but the inspector came to her next. "I've lost my handbag," Nutty said, and she got down on the floor, looking for it. You never had a handbag, Madam," the inspector said, not amused. Hoomey was also pretending tolook forhisticket under his seat, and the inspector went up to Nails next. Tickets, please, he shouted,Nails did not answer. The inspector tried again, but Nails still didn't move. "He can't hear," Nutty explained. "He's deaf. The inspector stopped the bus. Come on," he said. Get off-the four of you. This is the sea front and that's what you must be looking for "But it's cold out there!