** A young woman sees a walking dead in the open streets of Whitby. A train full of corpses crashes into Kings Cross. In an Asylum, a gruesome nightmare becomes horrible reality.
All this should have been a warning to Kyle and his partner Benjamin...
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The two Seekers parted a short time later, agreeing to meet again in an hour at Paddington Station in Westminster. Afterward, Crowford had to promise twice with a roll of his eyes not to be late and, under Dr. Archer's critical gaze, to wind his pocket watch so that he would have no excuse later. However, after Kaylee had assured him he would be on time, the presumed "gentleman" climbed into a carriage shortly afterward to pick up a few things from home.
In the end, of course, it turned out just as Benjamin Archer had already expected: his partner was significantly delayed. As they had missed the slow line for which the Order had provided them with tickets, the two seekers had to change to a more expensive option. Kaylee was extremely remorseful, but Benjamin couldn't help noticing the young woman's amused grin as she was greeted warmly at the ticket office as 'Mr. Crowford' and bought first-class tickets, including a receipt, which she neatly tucked away in her wallet.
A rigged game! The delay was pure calculation, of course, the doctor knew. Since Kaylee could afford practically any luxury in her role as Kyle Crowford, she hated traveling in rickety old carriages from the early 80s and, thus, without style. The only thing she detested more was traveling in rickety horse-drawn carriages.
The next train to York departed promptly, the clock striking one in the afternoon. The landscape unfolded before them, a picturesque transition from the cold brick facades of London to the serene British countryside. With their billowing chimneys, the city's tall houses gradually gave way to the changing greens and browns of fields and groves, as well as the tranquil huts made of rough-hewn limestone. Roads snaked through the scenery, revealing glimpses of farmers in the fields and children playing near the tracks.
Sometimes, they passed remote railway stations, but their train never stopped and whistled loudly as the locomotive stopped at the larger stations, hissing and squealing. Kaylee secretly felt sorry for the remote villages with their tight-knit, suspicious communities who knew nothing but work and the pub. Meanwhile, Dr Archer had already begun to write carefully in his notebook to record the progress of their current mission - after all, they had to hand in a report at the end of every assignment.
