A few weeks later, Jayne was in New York City.

She had chosen a hotel which overlooked Central Park and her room had a great view. After arriving, she freshened up and decided to head out for a stroll as it was a glorious September afternoon.

The noise was incredible, the constant 'honk' of car horns and sirens intermingled with the noise of cars, trucks and buses driving past along with snippets of conversations from people she passed. "How different it must be to the quiet of The Tunnels" she found herself thinking. She hoped in a few days she would have the ending Catherine and Vincent deserved - well for her anyway.

The next day she sat with her laptop at the desk next to the floor to ceiling windows looking out over Central Park, hoping that some inspiration would find its way to her. She had imagined that words would come flooding in, then out through her fingers and onto the keys, but that had not been the case. She had only a blank screen and the flashing cursor for company by the afternoon.

Her eyelids grew heavy in the warm sun and before she knew it, she was slumped over the desk and fast asleep. Her dreams were full of dimly lit tunnels, a warm musty smell and faint tapping noises. Familiar voices drifted along with visions of Vincent and Catherine.

A siren passing by brought her back to consciousness. She lifted her head and looked out of the window to see the sky was a purple-orange colour. "The City looks so beautiful at twilight …" she thought, "… and a lot of the park scenes take place at night".

She immediately conjured an image of Vincent standing outside a storm drain entrance whilst Catherine made her way through the park to meet him. Just visualizing those two images gave her a buzz and she quickly pulled on her shoes and headed out to take a walk in the park before it got too dark.