Thanks for all the support! It really means the world for my first fanfic! I hope you enjoy the rest of the story because after this there's only two chapters left! D: But as I said before I have longer and better stories to come!
Chapter 2: Triton's Letter
London, 7 months and two weeks before the explosion.
Claire was sat on one of the last remaining bits of sofa without boxes occupying it with a newspaper in her hands. The door opened and Hershel entered, holding a bunch of letters.
"Anything interesting?" Claire inquired. For answer Hershel sat on the opposite sofa and sorted through the haul, throwing the bills and what-not on to the coffee table. After a few seconds of this he paused at one letter, a grin spread across his face.
"I believe this to be Clark's handwriting." Claire didn't need to be told twice and she practically flew over to see the letter.
"Well? Go on, open it!" She exclaimed excitedly, Hershel chuckled and opened the letter.
Dear Hershel
I was delighted to receive your letter and I am glad to hear that you well, please give my regards to Claire. Good luck with the teaching, I can see you being a professor! Brenda and I are doing very well, Misthallery is nice, the people are nice as well, but we do miss London. You really should come here sometime so we can catch up in person.
Your friend, Clark.
"Well, we ought to make time to go down there soon," said Hershel, placing the letter on his lap, Claire nodded.
"Wait," she pick up the letter, "what's this written at the bottom?"
Oh, and one last thing. If you were to come round some time, there may be a bit of a surprise here, I am afraid that is as much as I can reveal the moment, but hopefully you can come and see for yourself.
"Oh! That sounds exciting!" She took a small notebook from her pocket that she used as a calendar, then she frowned. "But, I'm booked up at the lab for the next couple of months, I haven't got really got the time."
"We will just have to wait for a convenient time to come," Hershel replied, rising from his seat, "But more importantly I haven't had a cup of tea this morning."
"Oh the horror," Claire smiled, she placed the letter on the table and returned to her newspaper.