Scott tries his best not to let Daniel get to him. He knew Daniel's game was to annoy him and try to provoke him. Scott never had a short temper, but he was also prepared to kick ass if someone offended him or did something to hurt him and his family. However, when Daniel mentions being in bed with Bailey, Scott feels something snap in his head. He had kept quiet for Bailey's sake, but there was no way at all he was going to let that pass. That was his little girl, and he would be damned if she would sleep with a relative of Billy. Scott watches him, his fists clenched as Daniel goes to the fridge and then starts to eat the ham. Scott nods as he listens to him speak, pretending like he's listening when really he's just trying to formulate some sort of plan of attack. Scott was immaculate when it came to hurting someone. He always knew what his next move would be. Staying in control was the key to winning. He waits for his moment, and then when Daniel looks away for a split second, Scott walks over and grabs his hair, slamming Daniel's head full force into the fridge door. As Daniel slumps, Scott sighs. "Clumsy. You've gone and dented my fridge," he says calmly.

When Daniel slumps to the floor, Scott smirks. However, he quickly realises he had underestimated the younger Khan as Daniel leaps to his feet and hits Scott as hard as he can. The scene in the kitchen must have looked quite obscure at the moment - a man of nearly 50 years old fighting a guy in his late teens, who also happens to be naked. Scott shakes his head and touches his cheek, not wanting to let Daniel know it hurt. "Nice shot, kid," Scott smirks before he catches Daniel with a right hook, really putting all of his weight behind it. "Shame you can't punch like your dad though. Might have given you half a chance." when Daniel frantically attacks him, Scott can see that he'll be easy to pick off. Using his forearms to block most of the blows, he periodically steps in to land a punch on Daniel's jaw. "What am I doing? What do you think you're fucking doing? That's my daughter you little creep."

"It's not much, but it's home." It was a phrase that people around these sort of places said a lot. It was a way to try to take the sting out of living in bad areas, even though nothing could surely compensate for having to live in an area like Hackney. For one girl, this could not be further from home, both literally and metaphorically. Andrea Mason, a 16-year old Texan girl who had recently moved to London, was sat on a bus as it meandered its way through the spray-paint laden streets, each one looking as grim as the last. She was quite amazed by it all. Her family had, after all, just moved to Highgate on the outskirts of the city, a lovely place where she imagined one house was worth more than the whole of Hackney. This was different. Everyone here was poor and she was rich, and she was struggling to shake the unease out of her mind when she heard a yell. "Last stop, love!" She looks up to see the driver getting out of his seat. "'Ackney terminal," he says with a smile as Andrea starts to walk uneasily towards the bus. "Th-thank you, sir," she says quietly as she steps off the bus, trying not to look as terrified as she felt. How had she ended up here? Andrea had been on a bus going to King's Cross so she could get the train home, or so she thought. As she steps out onto the street, she looks both ways and shivers. It was cold and she was dressed in just a pair of jeans and a hoody. Alone and terrified, she decides to find a cab, and decides to head off in the direction of the lights at the end of the road, where a Chinese and Indian takeaway are situated.

Walking down the street, Andrea prayed that there would be a cab waiting to take her away from here, away from the horrors and the nasty smells of this lawless place. Cars were slowing down, sounding their horns at her, men shouting abuse at her. She ooked out of place and she knew it. Her hair was too preened, her clothes far too posh...and clean...for here. Everyone knew she was an outsider, and that would make her a target. As Andrea reaches the alleyway where she had seen the lights, she stops for a moment. No wonder the takeaway lights looked so bright - the alleyway was completely pitch black. As if someone had smashed the streetlights to plunge the place into darkness. And she dreaded to think why. She was not in any mood to take her chance and walk down the alley. There was a section in the middle she couldn't see anything of, and she dreaded to think who might be lurking there, waiting for someone as helpless and defenceless as she was. However, through the alley she can see a few cabs sitting, and she knows that if she can just get there, then she'll be on her road back home, to safety once more. She looks each way as if looking for another way around to the cabs, but she can't see one so she bows her head and starts to walk as fast as she can down the alley, clutching her bag close, even though she had no clue what she would actually do if someone decided they were going to attack her. As she walks, she strains her eyes, sure she can see someone walking towards her. It was almost enough to make her run the other way, screaming. But she couldn't. She wasn't sure what was happening, but she was frozen in place. She was too scared to even run and she just stood there and prayed that she would be alright.

After seeing something moving in the shadows and freezing on the spot, Andrea stood there, her eyes tightly closed as she prayed to not be there and for whoever was coming not to be a rapist or a mugger. It might have seemed pointless to many, but Andrea had grown up in a religious household and she always believed that God could save her if the time and place was right. And if not, at east if she kept her eyes closed, at least whatever was going to happen would happen unbeknownst to her. She just hoped it would be quick. She hears the footsteps get closer. This is it. It definitely wasn't just her imagination after all. There definitely was someone there. It was probably one of them looters she had read about as well when London had its riots. When the figure speaks, she lets out an involuntary squeak of terror and then is torn through by a wave of confusion. The voice. It didn't sound right. That wasn't the voice of a rapist, surely? It sounded too soft and gentle. She realises after a while that she hasn't breathed in far too long, and she takes a large gulp of air, hoping whoever was there would go away. She shakes her head. "I don't have any money," she says. "I don't carry any. Do you want my phone. Here, you can have it. I swear I won't tell anyone just let me go home please," she says, before opening one eye. She is shocked by the sight she sees in front of her. This was clearly a homeless man, but he looked different to any other. Aside from the clothes and the fact he was so dishevelled, he looked around her age, Asian, and he had big dark eyes. She stood there for a moment longer before she brings her phone down to her side. "I'm sorry, I don't have any..." she says again.

As Andrea looks at Billy, she can barely believe that he was here, even though she was as well. If it wasn't for his clothing, she would be sure that he was as lost as she was. Homeless people didn't look like this guy did. Homeless people were in their 40s, weathered, tired and always looked filthy and ugly. And scary. Sure, this guy was clearly not at his cleanest, but he wasn't intimidating, not to her. He had an exotic handsomeness about him, something that Andrea had never seen back at home in Texas, and for a moment she was totally lost in those eyes. "I'm sorry," she repeats again when he looks at the small amount of money in his hand. She felt immediately sorry for him. It wasn't in her nature to experience sympathy, but this young guy seemed to be alone and although he was clearly putting a brave face on it, Andrea was sure that he was scared at least a little. She nods a little when he tells her she shouldn't be out here. She knew that fine well - and even though it didn't seem like she was in immediate danger, she was still scared. "What happened?" she asked when he pointed to his head. She was concerned for him now. She knew if she was on the streets at her age, which he seemed to be, she would be terrified and alone. "Are you okay?"

Andrea looks shocked when Billy says he got hit by a bottle. She had no clue what kit was, but it sounded like someone wanted to take something valuable. She looks at his head and puts her hand up to his hair, moving it a little. "Is it still sore?" she asks, totally forgetting that a few minutes ago she had been so terrified that this guy was going to take her phone or even rape her...or worse! "Maybe you should go to the doctor," she says, before stepping back. When he offers her directions, Andrea looks a little shocked again. "Ummm...welll...." she looks both ways. "I live a long way from here. I was trying to get to King's Cross so I can get home. But the bus stopped here." She narrows her eyes. "How....how about you? Do you have somewhere to go?" She knew it sounded insensitive, but she was concerned that he would be out here on his own, and he seemed to innocent and sweet for that.

Andrea pulls her hand away when he shirks away from her, feeling bad that she had scared him and thinking how ironic that was considering how terrified she had been just a few moments ago. "Sorry," she says quietly. "I didn't mean to do that." She had always heard that you should never act in a way that coud annoy people who were as (probably) volatile as the homeless. "There are other hospitals and stuff though. I mean....you can't just leave your head like that. You could get real sick, you know. Especially from a bottle if it was dirty." She shakes her head a little at him, feeling like he was almost too proud to accept help. But she could see he was worried about the little things like his clothes getting wet, and she felt intense sympathy for him at that moment. She smiles when he makes his offer. "Oh...sure that would be nice," she says gently, smiling when he does. He looked so attractive, even though he was dirty and homeless, and she couldn't help but to stare a little, she was a teenager after all. "That's not...good. You can find hostels and stuff you know," Andrea says as if she was in any way aware of how homeless people struggle.

Andrea laughs at Billy's comment that his cut is nothing more than just a graze. It was such a typical 'man thing' to say, and she was sure he was in a lot more pain than he let on, but she wasn't going to push him. "Well, ok then," she says with a little sigh and a shake of the head. She would have been happier if he would go to the hospital, especially since she didn't want to read tomorrow that he had died. That would just leave her feeling guilty. She walks alongside him as he talks and shakes her head again. He was right, though, she really did have no clue at all what it was like in hostels. "No...I've never been in one," she admits as she thinks of her own upbringing, and how she had always been so comfortable. When they went on holiday, they were always in 5-star hotels and their home was huge, it made her feel bad that Billy had nothing while she lived in luxury. She smiles when he finds his bag, but feels awful that it was all he had in the world. "I'm glad you still have it. It would be awful to lose all of your stuff," she tries to say without sounding condescending. "My name....? It's Andrea. How about you?"

Andrea had never really experienced pain, so what Billy was going through, she had no real clue. She smiles a little at him when he tells her that he hated the hostels again. "I'll keep that in mind in case I ever have to go to one," she says with a little smile, hoping immediately that she didn't take offence at her comment. She is shocked when he hands her some money, but she takes it from his hand, looking up at him. "I can't take this from you," she says softly. She had never had anyone be so kind to her, and especially not someone who should have been trying to take care of himself rather than looking after her. He was so sweet and clearly a caring individual, which just made Andrea feel worse that he was out here on his own. She looks down at the money and then back into his big dark handsome eyes. "Will you at least come with me then? So you can have a shower and something to eat? That way I can feel less awful about you giving me your money."