The trip wasn’t near as bad as it had appeared it would be from the onset. The rain only lasted about thirty or forty minutes before it went away. The sun acted like it wanted to come out a couple times but knew that there was no place for sunshine in this blasted country. Even without the sunshine, the wind dried him off fairly quickly as he was able to ride a bit faster. He made great time to Amersham and parked near the station at almost the exact three hour mark from when he had left Plymouth. He slipped his tablet from his jacket so that he could check the PlanetX website for any posts made to him or anything regarding the disappearance. It wasn’t easy culling through the gibberish from the crazies on there sometimes but there were legit researchers who offered educated theories on events. He touched the picture of<a class="postlink" href="https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/41/3d/c8/413dc81dc62feb5098c9c516203b28cc.jpg"><span style="color: tomato">Murphy</span></a>that came up that he had as his wallpaper.<br/><br/>He missed her so much even though he talked to her every day. It still wasn’t the same as being able to touch her and hold her. He did his best to push the memories back with some success, enough to focus on the present. He searched for any nearby internet he could use and a few bars came up for public access at a cafe. He looked around the area until he spotted the cafe across from the stations and walked straight to it. While he strode to the cafe, he did his best not to make eye contact with the many spirits in the area. There were so many here that if they noticed that he could see them, he could well be overwhelmed.<br/><br/>He walked into the cafe and looked around for an empty seat and took in the scene in general. There was a Native American male speaking with a blonde haired woman. He took a seat at a table for two against a wall and ordered coffee when the waitress passed by him. He looked back down at his screen searching for the posts of a certain somebody in particular, For some reason that he couldn’t explain his attention was brought back to the blond as he looked back up in her direction. The voice came from behind him even though he heard it more in his head than his ears. He knew it was a spirit. “That’s her. She is one of the ones you search for as well as the man she speaks with. I know you hear me but also know why you don’t acknowledge me. That is fine. The woman with the pumpkin spice mocha also. All of your fates are intertwined. You will follow them to Aldgate.”<br/><br/>He couldn’t help himself, he turned to see the origin of the voice in time to see it waft away in a cloud of smoke that he knew only he could see. “Something wrong sir?” He turned to see the waitress standing next to his table with his coffee and a puzzled look on her face. “Uh, no. No, not at all. I thought I heard a familiar voice behind me. False alarm. Thank you very much for the coffee.” He smiled and nodded trying to appear sane and normal as the next person, a feat that he rarely pulled off with any success. “Of course sir. Well if you need anything my name is Katy with a Y.” She pointed at her name tag and smiled her practiced smile. “Enjoy your coffee sir.” With that she turned and walked away.<br/><br/>He was glad she left and didn’t try to spark any cumbersome conversation with him. Idle chit chat was not really a thing he excelled at, especially with the living. In fact he talked less with living breathing people than he did with the spirits of the dead. He scanned the cafe once more and spotted the woman who had the pumpkin mocha because its aroma stood out more than the other beverages in his vicinity. He quickly looked away before she noticed him staring. He hoped a ticket to Aldgate wouldn’t be much because he was already running short on cash. He sipped his coffee carefully waiting for it to cool and buried his eyes back down into the tablet.<br/><br/>He couldn’t help but wonder how the spirit would know their fates intertwined and why had it vanished when he tried to see who it was. Did he know them? The voice didn’t seem familiar but then it was hard to tell in their state. Their voices were usually distorted to some degree. Even so, what was he supposed to tell these people. ~A ghost said I should speak with you.~ That should go over well as a first impression. If what the spirit said was true, and it usually was from them, then they would be boarding the train to Aldgate as well. If he saw them on the train then he would find a way to spark a conversation with them.<br/><br/>He pulled his money out left a bit on the table to pay for the coffee and a small tip. He drank what was left in the cup which had cooled enough then slipped his tablet back into his jacket. He sure hoped he was doing the right thing taking the train. He would be leaving his bike and spending almost all the money he had left on a ticket. As it was, he was going to have to hitchhike back to get his bike, hopefully he wrapped this up pretty quick without having to eat too many times.<br/><br/>With a ticket and not much else in his pocket, Joshua boarded the train to Aldgate behind the people who a ghost told him had intertwined fates with his. He would be considered certifiable by many if not most people but for him it was sort of a normal situation that he had found himself in on numerous occasions. Speaking of ghosts, he remembered why he didn’t like public transportation, they were always overflowing with spirits. He took out his tablet and logged onto PlanetX with his online username for everywhere, Nytmayr. The conspiracy theorists had been working double time since earlier and now had a very heated discussion going on about the disappearance at Amersham station. Aliens and demons seemed to be neck and neck for the lead with vampires running a close second. The user he was looking for still hadn’t logged in yet or at least hadn’t posted. Well at least the tablet would help him to avoid eye contact with the spirits who kept trying to talk to him.