Six months later, the air was crisp with the arrival of autumn. Elias stood at Platform 4, his heart hammering against his ribs. The 5:15 PM train pulled in, hissing steam onto the tracks. The doors opened, and a sea of people poured out. And there, leaning against a pillar with a familiar yellow umbrella tucked under her arm, was Clara. He didn't need a map anymore. He was home.
