I shook my head. "No," I whispered, "they're all either dead or completely crazy, I have no where left to go." Tears flooded my eyes and started streaming down my face the giant told me not to panic and that she would find a home for me somewhere. She then stood up and walked over to the phone "hello? Is this social services," she smiled at me, "yes, yes 15 year old girl. She is fit and healthy but has received some injuries from her past carer. Yes, absolutely, mmm hmm, yes... no, I don't think so." she paused and looked me in the eye, "there's a home in London, that would be delighted to have you. It might be a bit of a trek but don't worry because they'll come up here to get you." She took a deep breath, "is that something you would be interested in?"