William: Oi sir, what are you doing? Chaucer: Uh... trudging. You know, trudging? [pause] Chaucer: To trudge: the slow, weary, depressing yet determined walk of a man who has nothing left in life except the impulse to simply soldier on. William: Uhhh... were you robbed? Chaucer: [laughs] Funny really, yes, but at the same time a huge resounding no. It's more of an... involuntary vow of poverty... really.
William: Can you keep a secret? [the lone girl nods] William: I was born in Cheapside, in that house over there. [points it out to the girl] Lone Girl in Cheapside: Really? I live just there. [points to the house across from it] William: Wait, how old are you? Lone Girl in Cheapside: Nine and one half, sir. William: Nine and one half. I wonder if you remember a man, who died just before you were born. He was as tell as a knight, his name was John Thatcher. Lone Girl in Cheapside: Well of course I remember him. William: You do? Lone Girl in Cheapside: Yeah, he lives there still. [William is shocked] Lone Girl in Cheapside: Sometimes you can see him looking from his window, though no ones know why. William: What do you mean? Lone Girl in Cheapside: He's blind, sir.