Chasing (1)

Vera ran towards the familiar energy and bumped into a man with a hat. She deliberately hit him to catch a glimpse of his face.

The train ticket in his hands fell down, and she stopped to pick it up. The destination was Budapest. How odd to take a train, but... It did make sense.

«Here, yours,» she said. «Sorry for hurting you, sir.»

He had heavy moustaches and a different colour of hair. Not to mention the different size of his nose. But she was the same.

She could read it into his eyes: he had recognised her. However, with her usual calm, she passed by him and rushed towards the platform where her train was supposed to arrive.

Now, what to do?

She could warn the police but, even if they came in time, Joe would have disappeared in a moment at the first sign of danger. She could say where he was headed, but there was no guarantee he wouldn't get off earlier.

She could try describing him to them, but he could change his appearance.