She follows his lead, eager to leave the shadows behind her.

'Might take you on a road trip this time. Somewhere -- warm.'

The last sentence is directed at her plate, as she remembers, no Chunnel. No driving to France in 1983. She chuffs a laugh to herself, imagining Gene and the Parisians getting on smashingly. Somewhere far away from Fenchurch. She blinks, looking over his shoulder, her thoughts drifting away for a moment.