Sorry it took a while to update! It took longer than expected for me to think this chapter out. The answer for the question asked in the last chapter is at the bottom of the chapter.

I have a OC in this chapter and it is from my head so if there is any other characters named or acting the same then it is strictly coincidental.

Hope you enjoy it!

February, 1, 1939

Hugo nervously took a deep breath. He wasn't scared, but this was the first time that he ever left Paris. He wasn't the type to move around much. Over his 19 years he had only lived in three different places. Well three notable places. Actually he was pretty sure that not many people would the move the distance that he was going to move today. The thought made him fidget. He wasn't sure Isabelle felt the same way though. She seemed more excited than nervous to him. Unlike him she was all in for moving and adventures. He didn't dislike adventures, he was actually quite fond of them. But they just made him nervous sometimes.

Hugo anxiously looked at his watch again. They weren't early, but there was still no sign of the man who sent him the letter. His name turned out to be Raymond Chevalier. But whatever his name turned out to be, the man was late. There was a chance that he might not even show up. All this might just turn out to be a hoax. A dirty prank by somebody, just to watch them make a fool of themselves. He could imagine them snickering at their success.

"Stop worrying Hugo. Maybe you just winded your watch wrong," Isabelle said in an attempt to assure him. She pulled her jacket tighter around herself. She was starting to regret not wearing something warmer. She didn't think that they'll wait this for monsieur to show up, and the chills were getting to her now.

"I never wind my watch incorrectly," Hugo replied dismissively. It was true, he never winded a watch or clock incorrectly. He had a life time of experience with winding them.

"Maybe he ran into some trouble and is late. Have some faith Hugo. You sound like a cynical old man," Isabelle remarked as she shivered from the icy weather.

Hugo scoffed. "Not many people are late by half an hour," he said as he took off his jacket and put it around Isabelle. "I told you to wear something warmer," Hugo chided.

Isabelle looked down shamefully. She didn't think that the weather would be this frigid. "Aren't you cold?" Isabelle asked with concern.

Hugo shook his head. "The first time you met me, I was in shorts," Hugo noted with a grin. It was fond memory for him.

Isabelle formed a soft smile "Yes you were, and you caught a terrible cold afterwards."

Hugo grimaced. He indeed caught a cold and it was one terrible cold. "Well, that was because I got doused in sweat. The station inspector had me running around all sorts of places," Hugo defended.

Isabelle rolled her eyes. "You know, you never told me what exactly happened at the station that night," Isabelle looked at him quizzically. "Why? I think I already told you that being enigmatic doesn't suit you," Isabelle reminded.

Hugo gulped. He never told her about the train almost crashing into him or the clock that he clung for this dear life. He didn't want her to worry for something that already passed and at the time he had doubted that anyone would believe him. How many people survive from what he did anyway? He didn't want to tell her and he certainly did not want to get scolded from for keeping a secret like that. But thankfully he was saved from the explanation.

"Monsieur Cabret!" A man called out.

Hugo turned towards the voice, much to the chagrin of Isabelle. The man formed a smile at Hugo's acknowledgement. His you shone in young and handsome features. His tall and lank loomed over the rest. The man took long strides towards them and his vivid blue eyes brightened when he stood in front of them.

"Good evening! I apologize for coming late, I ran into some trouble along the way," the man spoke in an accent that Hugo couldn't recognize. Still the man spoke and carried himself with respect.

"Good evening, monsieur?" Hugo replied in confusion. He didn't recognize the man, and he didn't recall being acquainted to anyone like him.

"Oh, look at my manners. Raymond Chevalier, pleasure to meet you monsieur Cabret," the man introduced himself as he extended his hand for a handshake.

Hugo nodded in realization and shook his hand. "Pleasure is all mine monsieur Chevalier," he replied.

"Please call me Raymond and who might this beautiful young lady be?" Raymond asked as he turned towards Isabelle.
Isabelle blushed at the compliment, but composed herself. "Isabelle, Isabelle Melies," she courtly replied. She always had the last name, but she never seriously took it until she started writing.

"Isabelle? Are you perhaps the author Isabelle?" Raymond asked in amazement.

"If you mean the author who wrote 'The Boy Who Lived at the Station'. Then that would be me," Isabelle answered with a childish grin.

"This truly marvelous!" Raymond exclaimed in delight. Raymond's eyes only grew larger when he turned back towards Hugo.

"Then you must be the boy in the book!" Raymond pointed out in excitement.

Hugo chuckled. "Yes I am the 'doltish' boy who lives in the station."

"I am truly honored to have both of you in my presence," Raymond said with utmost respect towards them.

"You're overpraising us. We're just like any person you'll meet in the streets," Hugo replied in embarrassment. Isabelle nodded in agreement.

"My feelings are sincere, but if you find my compliments overbearing than, I refrain myself from them," Raymond told Hugo,

Hugo shook his head. "We're just not used to compliments."

Raymond nodded understandingly. "Well, I can't keep you out in the cold forever. We have to start moving sometime," Raymond said as he picked up Isabelle's baggage.

Isabelle quickly stopped him from doing it for her. She could perfectly carry her own baggage.

"Please Madame. I can't let a lady carry the luggage when I am fully capable," Raymond told her as he took the luggage from her grasp. "Please follow me," Raymond added as he turned to leave.

To say Isabelle was surprised when they got to Raymond's car was an understatement. It was actually looked like a limousine, well it looked like one to her. Raymond said something about it being a generation 2 of the Cadillac V-16 series. Whoever Hugo had impressed was a one wealthy man. Which saved her from a few worries she had. For one it would've been difficult to travel to Port de Brest in a small car. It was at least a ten hour drive from here, so it would very uncomfortable in a small car. It also would've been a problem if they were given a worn out shack as their home. Even if the car or the house they used were bad it wouldn't be huge problem. She had Hugo By her side. With her best companion by her side she could go anywhere.

She glanced at Hugo who was talking to Raymond. Well actually Hugo was showing him tricks that he does with cards. She wasn't surprised that Raymond was amazed by Hugo's tricks. Hugo was great at them. He was the best magician in Paris. At least she believed he was.

Her stare strayed to Raymond. It surprised her how young Raymond turned out to be. Quite frankly she thought she'll be seeing a mid-forty business man. But it turned out to be a young man and a handsome one at that. She wasn't the one for ogling at a handsome man, but this was different. If you she didn't know any better, she would've thought that Raymond was a model or something. Even so she wouldn't allow herself to stare at him. Which turned out to be an easy enough task since she got the window seat.

She originally took the window seat to write about the scenery to the port, but after she wrote a few sentences she felt like she was going to throw up. Which was a disappointment. She wanted to write it then and there so Mama Jeanne could get the best picture. But to make matters worse, she fell asleep on Hugo's shoulder and missing much of view from the window. She only woke up when they got to the hotel they were staying for the night. It was to be expected though, since she stayed up most of the night yesterday. She couldn't sleep with all the excitement she had. It was regretful but to be expected.

"I apologize, but I only booked one room. I was not expecting a lady to be companying our trip. I could book another book another one, if you wish," Raymond said apologetically.

Hugo shook his head. "We're fine sharing, but aren't you going to be staying with us?"

"Oh no, I have errands somewhere else. I presume it will go late into the night. So I booked a room near the area," Raymond answered dejectedly.

"I see. That is unfortunate," Hugo commented.

"Well monsieur Cabret, here is the key for your room," Raymond said as he handed Hugo the key.

Hugo thanked him and took a glance at the key. "Room 1201?" Hugo raised an eyebrow at the number.

"Yes, it may not be the best, but it was the best this hotel had to offer. It should be at the top floor," Raymond told him. "Well, I must be going, I bid you two a good night. I will be here by 8:30 tomorrow. Until then farewell," Raymond said and turned to leave.

Hugo turned to Isabelle and he could already tell that Isabelle was already half asleep. He chuckled at her daze. "Let's get you to a room before you collapse," Hugo said as he continued to chuckle.

Port de Brest is a real port in France. It is situated at the tip of north-west shores.

The answer promised last chapter!

Question: Would there be more angst in the story for the characters. (Not exact question. For exact question look at the reviews for chp 5)

Answer: I have plans for angst and obstacles. But I don't know how many of them are actually going to happen though. You never know. But yes I do have plenty in mind. I just hope they come out properly.

Also I made a video for Hugo. Search "Hugo - Goo Goo Dolls "Iris" Music Video" on youtube and it should be the first one on the list!

I would like to thank all my viewers and reviewers for my story!

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