"Not an admirer of mine, just someone trying to get glimpses of me for the British post!" He followed Sean, moving as quickly as he could. "They want more information on me Da's new reality TV show, and no one has really since me since my accident... so the press wants to get as many shots of me as possible!"

After a quick run past the coffee shop and into another alley, they finally lost them. He put his back up against the wall, trying to catch his breath.

"This is exactly why I did not want to do this bloody project! How can anyone stand this sort of treatment? No wonder Da is bombed all the time." He muttered, before turning to Sean. "Thank you for your help..."