Knock, Knock (Episode 21): What’s Your Poison?

“Tickets please.”

The woman behind the glass partition looked up to find a tall, slim man with sharp features awaiting her assistance.

“Where are you going, sir?” she asked politely.

Dennis leaned forward and spoke through the small ventilation holes.

“Whichever is the first train out of here,” he said with a charming smile.

She matched his smile and blushed a little. “In a hurry?”

“I’m afraid so.” His impatience was masked by the warm brown eyes that the woman caught once or twice.

“The next train is to Filton,” she said.

Dennis’ grin widened. “Perfect.”

The woman battered her fingers on the key board. Two tickets printed. She pushed them under the glass. Her finger nails were painted a vibrant red.

Dennis took the tickets and adjusted the collar of his brown, camel hair coat.

“It leaves in ten minutes,” said the ticket agent. “Have a great day sir,” she added.

“You have a better one,” he replied.

This made her giggle and at that he tore out the door to make his way to the appropriate platform.

A colleague came to relieve the ticket agent from duty.

“You will have to tell him he needs to treat you better,” she was telling the enthusiastic co worker. The co worker went on about the issues she was having as the agent pulled open one of the long lockers to retrieve her civilian coat. As she pulled the door she felt a heavy weight against it. She lost her grip and the door swung open with a slam against the locker beside it. The body of a young woman tumbled out. The two train station workers screamed. It did no good. Lisa Luren was long gone.

Dennis watched the platform slowly pass behind him as the train rumbled into motion. He was leaving the city behind. His attention was drawn as someone slumped heavily onto the seat opposite.

“So now what?” Dennis asked.

Tabitha removed her hat and sat it on the little table between them like a mother laying their infant to sleep.

“Don’t look so glum,” she said with a wry smile. “You got what you wanted.”

Dennis sighed. “None of this is what I wanted.”

Tabitha folded her arms across her chest and pouted. “You didn’t take a bullet to the gut.” She looked behind her. “I hope there is some service on this thing. I think we could both use a drink.”

“What are we going to do?” enquired Dennis.

“What we always intended to do. We have to let Samuel know his grandson is dead. Then he will sign everything over to me,” said Tabitha.

“Then we will go our separate ways,” Dennis added.

“You can do whatever you want,” replied Tabitha. “You will never have to look upon this face again.” She waved her hand in front of her head as she said that last part. “I would want to stick around though if I were you. It’s just about to get interesting.”

“He could have just been killed. He didn’t have to be brought into the club like that. He had no idea about anything.”

Dennis’ morose air was beginning to frustrate his travel companion.

“Someone could have gotten to him at any moment. I couldn’t risk it. I had to keep him close until I knew for certain he was the real Sam Crusow. It wasn’t as easy as I thought it would be though. I did grow quite fond of him.”

“He didn’t deserve any of it.”

Tabitha raised her eyebrows. “If everyone were to get what they deserved this world would fall into chaos.”

Dennis gave a sullen sigh and glanced through the window. The world outside was passing at greater and greater speed.

“It’s been a long time.” Tabitha said looking from the window too. A giddy shiver of excitement overcame her. “I’m going home!”

So Sam has been left behind but the club will always find a way to carry on!

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