Chapter Eleven
After what felt like the longest journey ever, Isaac’s train pulled into St. Pancras station. Most of the passengers jumped up and started pulling their bags from the overhead shelves and luggage racks, putting on their coats and queuing in the narrow aisle to get off. Isaac stayed where he was—St. Pancras was the end of the line, so it wasn’t as if the train could go past his stop if he didn’t get up immediately and join the fray. He was more than happy to wait until some of the people had cleared off before he grabbed his stuff and headed out onto the platform. He’d have crowding and jostling aplenty once he got into the station proper and then into the Underground system—he was in no rush to start fighting for personal space now.
Soon enough, the eager passengers had sh
