Saul didn’t quite think about anything as he crossed the bridge back to the park, where the birdsong sounded deafening, or walked back to Cockfosters station. He didn’t begin to think, in fact, until he was safely on the train, at which point the utterly bizarre nature of the encounter dawned on him, like the belated realisation while shaving that a troubling memory was nothing but a dream. Except that, in this case, it had happened.
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