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Thames End Village Station, Surrey – The Next Day
Petra picked up the giveaway paper from the train seat next to her and scanned the headlines. It was all inconsequential chatter; not unlike the copy she wrote in her fake corporate journalism.
Why this particular journey into London should be different from any other commute was a puzzle to Petra. Yet so it was. During the entire journey into London she felt flashes of déjà vu. She found herself checking the exits and studying her fellow commuters in a way she hadn’t done for years. Much as she tried to focus on the newspaper, her phone, and the changing view outside the window, she felt a familiar and forgotten sense of detachment. She might be on a train with commuters going about their daily business yet she existed in a parallel
