“Left the station? Where is she going?” Thorn panicked and asked in bewilderment as the guest walked out of the church.
“She’s going to France, back to where she was born,” Dame Petal replied and walked away before Thorn could ask any more questions.
Without wasting a minute further, Thorn sat in his car and drove straight towards the central station. Hoping against hope that he would reach in time before the train left. On reaching the station after what felt like an eternity, Thorn got out of his car and rushed inside.
He looked around and got confused on seeing so many railway platforms and trains. Time was ticking and he knew that he had to be quick. In desperation, he caught hold of a passerby’s arm and enquired , “Pardon me but are there any trains leaving for France?”
“Why yes
