Orpheus woke with a start, nearly falling out of bed. Quickly, he gathered himself up and carefully crawled over the mass of sleeping urchins, trying not to wake them. He went out to the plank connecting the two buildings, which as of late, had become one of his favorite places.
“THE TUNNEL IS COLLAPSING BEHIND US!” Emerson screamed from inside the tight confines of the locomotive where seven of the ten involved in the caper crowded together. Rock and debris pelted down on the train as it sped for the opening in the side of the mountain. “STEP ON IT CLEETUS!”
Scrambling ashore and filling his lunges with the comforting smog of home he paused and smiled "bugger me, that's the last time I sleep in a bloody indian boat!".
Only the most astute observer would notice any change to the urchin as he strode back into town. The same filthy rags now had a slight added aroma of curry spice.