They caught the train to the coast and from there it was a trip of two days to England. The whole trip the patient spent in nervous tension.
One evening, as they docked in the great harbour, he could not resist a shudder. Sechodd stood with him on the cobble stones whine Morgan saw to their luggage.If anyone thought it strange, they said nothing. Something about Morgan's powerful presence could be felt in the air around her.
I sent a tellegram ahead of us. We are expected at our usual hotel.
Sechodd caught a cab and they all piled into it. Morgan seemed perfectly at ease, as she always seemed to. 'A defense mechanism...' The patient thought.
As they drove through the city, the patient became more and more sure that he lived in London, probably because he knew every street name without even seeing the signs. 'We're going to The London Grand, right?"
"Precicley." Morgan smiled at him. "It seems that you know this city."
"Indeed... but... I still don't even remember anything about ME..."
"All in good time." Sechodd replied gently.
When they arrived at the hotel, Morgan ordered hot bathes for all three of them and while they waited for the waster, they unpacked. With a few more minutes to spare before the bathes were ready, the patient sat before the empty fireplace. He looked into the grey and black ash as if it could tell him something. He noticed a scrap of newspaper, probably used in starting a fire, caught at the back. Curious, he picked it up and brushed it off onto his already dirty coat.
'... Memorial Servce for Sher... ... Missing Since Last...' was all he could make out. He could not pry his eyes off it. It was like looking in the mirror for the first time in ones life. Someone with a name that started tith the letters 'sher' had been missing. It was 'missing' that caught his attension more than anything. He would surely be filed as missing, as his body had obviously not yet been found...
He rose and scowered the room for a paper, perhapse there would be more... All he found was an old coppy of the 'Strand' Magazine. He began to flip through. He did not get far into it when he was called to take his bath.
Little did he know that he was a single page from a story called 'The Naval Treaty'.
As he was bathing, a new maid, one that did not know what things to leave alone, came through and took the magazine down with her. It was old and appeared discarded. It would provide ammusement for the staff that night...
The patient cam eout of the bathroom later to see supper laid out on the table before him. Only then did he realize how hungry he was. All thoughts of the magazine vanished from his mind as he sat down to a hearty meal with his friends and benefactors.
The next morning, he was woken, rather late, by Morgan. "Hurry and dress. I have ordered breakfast and a cab will be here in half an hour."
"Wha... Why?"
She sighed and sat on the slipper chair beside his bed. "I have booked it for the day. I am going to have you tell the driver where to go. We can travel in circles for all I care, but try to use it to jog your memory. Just tell him to go where you think is best."
"...alright..."
"Good," She patted his hand, "Up then!"
The cab was a four-wheeler, large and comfortable. It was driven by a cheerful looking man, whom was aware of the situation.
The patient immeaditly started giving directions to a area near Hyde Park...
