There are no current writers. * Author: Hazel Shade, PostPosted: Sat Apr 16, 2005 12:04 am January 2, 1947 : 8 am She had taken the first train departing from Brighton. Charlie, yawning after too little sleep on New Year�s Day, had driven her to the station, filling her ears with endless good advice. Although he had the patronizing tone of a well intending older brother, his words reminded her how much her family loved her. They had parted with an awkward hug and Hazel had embarked on the waiting train. She had pushed her suitcase in the net above her head and had taken a window seat. The countryside had still been dark, nothing much to see but her reflection staring back at her. By the time the train pulled up in Kings Cross, the dark night was tinged with the first promise of morning.