Lewis led the way. His mother was still on the sofa, snoring gently as they silently passed her by to get to the kitchen. An empty bread wrapper was on the table and Lewis nodded at it.

‘Good job today’s the last day; all the food’s gone. S’ppose you’ll be glad to get home for a decent meal?’ He helped himself to another glass of water.

Danny stood quietly, not understanding the kaleidoscope of emotions he was feeling. There was no doubt in his mind that he wanted to get out of that awful house and home to his parents, but what would happen to Lewis? The realisation that he cared about this boy’s future struck Danny hard. Strangely he wanted to keep in touch with him, although how it would be possible he didn’t know.

‘Lewis, if I give you my mobile phone number will you ring me – you know – if ever you need help?’

‘And what help can a rich kid like you give to me?’ He laughed then pulled a piece of paper from his pocket and picked up a pen. ‘Go on then, what is it?’

Danny recited his number which Lewis copied down then folded the paper and stuffed it deep into his pocket. It then occurred to Danny that he’d never seen Lewis in any other clothes, only the ones he wore now. Of course, he hadn’t had a change of clothes either, but was this usual for Lewis? His mind whirled with thoughts of what he could do for this new friend, things he wanted to do for him. Danny had more clothes than he needed and would gladly give some to Lewis; even though they would be too large, he’d grow into them. He had piles of books and toys and electronic games that he’d gladly share.

But it was impossible. They lived in such vastly different worlds. Danny would like to share his life with Lewis, as a brother of sorts, which was why he wanted him to have his phone number. Just in case.

A flash of lightning was followed by another rumble of thunder. The storm seemed much closer now – the noise sounded as if it was inside the house with them.

‘If you count the seconds between the flash of lightning and the next rumble of thunder, it will tell you how many miles it is away from you,’ Danny said.

‘So that’s the sort of thing you learn at that posh school is it?’ Lewis teased. ‘Mum must be well away if even this storm can’t wake her.’

Another noise suddenly caught their attention – one even more frightening than the storm. The front door was opened then slammed closed violently. The boys exchanged a frightened look; they hadn’t heard the van because of the thunder!