by Null » Wed Jul 11, 2018 6:17 pm
It's not hard to get on the same line; the trains ran regularly, after all, and even in London they occasionally ran on time.
It's a sweltering mass of humanity on the subway car. OK, that might not be fair -- it's really not any more crowded than you'd expect on any random night, but Miriam hadn't fed in quite some time, and everyone was so alive and tempting and full of blood. Like walking through the middle of a street fair after skipping dinner. It was maddening.
It was OK, it was OK; everything will be fine when she finds Will. Where the hell could he be going? Why didn't he call?
Finding where Will got off was a difficult task (phrasing!). Obviously, no one on the subway car had been there when Will had, so she had to get off at every stop and investigate, trying to find some evidence. And proving a negative is definitely the easiest thing in the world to do, right?
Nothing at Kings Cross St. Pancras. Nothing at Euston. Nothing at Warren Street, or Oxford Circus, or Green Park. Was she even going the right way? Had Will shifted and escaped detection? Had he switched lines, and left Miriam going in the wrong direction? It was frustratingly difficult to tell, and the hunger was not making things easier. At all.
Eventually, the subway car pulled in to Victoria Station proper, one of the busiest stations in London. How on Earth would she be able to find any sign of Will here oh, there it was.
Another newsman (thank God for newsman!) had a clear memory of a green-haired girl. She had come up to the kiosk and bought a newspaper, flirting with the newsman's coworker. She had whispered sweet nothings into his ear, and about 15 minutes later, the coworker had left the kiosk on his break, headed back towards the employee's only area. He still had not returned, and that was not making the newsman happy.