Heath had thought that the tube was a good idea, even if he didn't know where Croxley was, and so he'd held on to his journal and pen and managed to navigate getting to the platform, and on the train when it came to somewhere called Moor Park.
Would want a park just for Moors? He wondered? Because that seemed very inconsiderate.
He was watching the little words appear though, as the train jostled him full of morning commuters who seemed to give him a wide berth no matter how much he grinned at them. And there was Gideon, and big bold letters. What was he supposed to be remembering again? He shrugged, and wrote back to him.