Thomas’s eyes widened, and another boy stepped up and playfully slapped Alby across the head. "Wait for the bloody Tour, Alby," he said, his voice thick with an odd accent. "Kid’s gonna have a buggin’ heart attack, nothin’ even been heard yet." He bent down and extended his hand toward Thomas. “Name’s N e w t, Greenie, and we’d all be right cherry if ya’d forgive our klunk-for-brains new leader, here.”