Who: Tracey and Aidan
Where: Train Station
When: Sept 3, evening
What: Tracey plays head games with Aidan and unwillingly gets sucked in as well.
Tracey Davis had a problem. The problem was this: out of the thirteen trunks she'd brought with her from Berlin, only eleven had arrived in London. This was unacceptable. Nevermind the fact that Tracey had so many clothes and shoes that she wouldn't even know what was in those missing trunks; the fact was that the trunks were missing, and the ticket agent was being extremely uncooperative.
"No," she said, very slowly and clearly, as if to a particularly slow child, "see my luggage claim ticket? This tells me how many trunks I've checked. There are thirteen. See? Thirteen. Do you know how many trunks I have now? Count them."
The ticket agent sighed and rubbed his forehead. "Miss Davis--"
The agent counted them. And then, after a moment, reluctantly said, "I'll see what I can do."
"Don't just see," Tracey snarled. "Do." And, watching the agent scurry away, she sighed and leaned against the counter. "I hate England."