** 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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"You've got to be kidding me!" Dr. Archer's features slipped for a moment. Then he slapped his hand over his face and let out a loud, strained groan. "So that means we've spent hours driving out into the countryside from London looking for a gentleman who is now back at our starting point?"
Kaylee couldn't help but chuckle at the unnerved look on the otherwise stoic doctor's face, even though she was frustrated herself. However, she quickly put her hand to her lips, cleared her throat to cover it with a cough, and promptly returned to the seriousness of the situation. "Well, we could hardly have guessed we were looking for a suspect in the capital. Still, I understand your anger."
"And what do we do now? I mean, locating the man in London should be almost impossible." Kaylee raised her narrow eyebrows. "I wouldn't entirely agree. After all, we have the company's name, which seems connected to the mysterious stranger. We can at least look into this once we're back in London. The Bank of England keeps a fairly detailed register of the largest companies and factories in and around London that trade with foreign countries, in which the owners and partners are listed. This includes the corresponding addresses."
At these words, Benjamin's hard expression relaxed again. "That's excellent! But while we're here, we should still ask the girl. Even if it's to get a more detailed description of the stranger." Kaylee nodded in agreement. "No doubt." Her gaze fastened thoughtfully on the cargo papers on the table before her. Something didn't add up here, even if she couldn't think of precisely what. "It doesn't make any sense."
"Excuse me?" Dr. Archer couldn't quite follow. Crowford had just agreed with him?
"Unloading the shipment here in Whitby and then transporting it onwards doesn't make sense. The rail connections for freight trains aren't ideal - as we've seen for ourselves. The ship could have sailed directly to London or called at a port further south. And even if this was only a stopover, the unknown gentleman could have sailed on to London by ship. Why take a carriage or one of the trains?" Kaylee shook her head.
Dr. Archer tilted his head slightly to one side and rubbed the beard on his chin. "Maybe the unknown gentleman gets seasick quickly, and traveling by ship doesn't work for him. Be that as it may, we're not getting any smarter from the papers than we are now. So let's waste no more time and get to the hospital." Dr. Archer tilted his head slightly to one side and rubbed the beard on his chin. "Maybe the unknown gentleman gets seasick quickly, and traveling by ship doesn't suit him. Be that as it may, we won't get any smarter from the papers than we are now. So let's waste no more time and get to the hospital." He raised his eyes and fixed them on Kaylee. "How do you actually know something like that?" he asked, just as she rose from her chair and reached into the inside pocket of her coat to pull out a wad of banknotes held together with a gold clip.
"How do I know what?" Kaylee counted out a small amount and some tips for the babbling waitress and placed them on the small tray provided.
"That this route makes no sense. How do you know these things about export routes and the trade register in London?"
