La gare
This is where everything comes to a sudden halt.
For 24 hours, you have been battered by events, running and hiding, searching and finding.
Some things, you wish you had left alone. You wish they had stayed hidden.
Now you must travel south, as fast as you can.
You can see Toulouse on the departures board. And here's the paradox: the fastest way of getting south starts with waiting.
For 24 hours you have used - or so it feels - every minute of every hour. Now, you can only wait for time to pass. For the people in front to buy their insignificant tickets to their irrelevant destinations ...
Time passes ...
