Something Fucky Wucky is Going On

Moving forward at a steady pace, Vincent and I worked through the crowd of people until we stood before the ticketing booth, wherein Vincent went ahead and bought our train tickets to London with some money I slipped into his pocket.

Meanwhile, my head stayed on a swivel as I couldn't shake the feeling that there was something horribly wrong with this entire situation.

Normally, I wouldn't be so paranoid about an increased police presence, but a response as quick as what I was seeing shouldn't be possible in the late 90s.

That's not me docking on the police of the era, but facts have proven that over time, the response of law enforcement has gotten incrementally swifter, yet it took time to get to that point.