Tales Of Corwin

And then it was the next afternoon, and Timi was waiting on the platform. And there was John Quick, in his long coat, with a laptop bag in one hand and a carry-on in the other. He paused in the door of the train, at the top of the steps, and took a deep breath. He looked alert, and happy to be home; she took that as a good sign. He saw her, then, and stepped down onto the platform, smiling uncertainly. She wished she could rush up and hug him, but her arms, like his, were full of baggage, so she only smiled and said, “It’s good to see you, John.” “Good to see you too, Timi. Are you, um, getting on here?” “Yes—and so are you, please. There’s no time to explain, but I’ve had a vision, and I’ve made a plan, and I’ve got a ticket for you, and you’ve just got to trust me on this.” “Really? I … I mean, of course, I’ll trust you. I just … where are we going?” “I’ll explain all about it. Just, let’s get on the train now—please?” “Okay, Timi.” He stood aside to let her board first. “Actually, we’ll board down t