Epilogue Part 4The July morning was warm and pleasant as Adam and Oriyanna walked across the dew-covered grass toward a pair of tall oak trees, which stood alone on the fringe of the small forest at Oxlease Meadows, just on the outskirts of a very different looking London to the one Adam had left behind on a very wet and miserable September afternoon, a little over eighty-one years ago.
“It hasn't changed much,” Adam announced, referring to the park. He watched a dog walker throwing a stick for an overweight chocolate Labrador, who chased it down eagerly, although quite slowly. In the distance, a whole new host of skyscrapers littered the London skyline, reaching into a clear blue sky, and all far taller than any he could remember. It reminded him more of New York, than the capital of Eng
