''Mum!'' I yell. I've spotted my mother, standing all the way across the platform at Charing Cross Station. She's been gone over three months and finally, she's here! Oh, I can't wait to hear of her travels and see the ancient treasures stowed away in her luggage. ''Henrietta!'' Father hugs Mum, just as I spot a grimy little hand reaching for Mother's pocket. I rush over, slap it away and cry,
''Will!'' he looks at me sheepishly.
''Sorry, miss.'' he stares at his filthy shoes and then he melts back into the sea of people.
''Theo, dear? Where are you?'' Mother calls from somewhere in the crowd, a tinge of worry in her voice.
''Mother?'' I crane my neck so I can look for her, but everyone is to tall for me to be able to see anything. Bother.
''Theodosia!'' Father snatches my hand and guides me over to where Mum and the trunk are waiting. ''Come along, Theo, we're going home.'' Darn it.