Bill looked around in a sudden fright. There was tea and cup shards on the floor, a wash basin with black water sitting precariously on a counter top, and soot on the cupboard. Coming to think of it, there was probably soot on the chair as well, since he was still in his work clothes. "Aye, ye're right. Do me a favour, and get me a clean set of clothes, will ye? Yer mum will kill me if I wander round the 'ouse like this. I'll start cleaning up 'ere." He got up but sat back down. "Bloody 'ell." He lifted his foot to look at his wet sock. It was wet from more than tea alone. He pulled a shard out of the wool.