Needless to say, even if Vincent was uncomfortable with flying, I didn't give a shit. And so our long day began.
Traveling around in the early morning with Vincent, wearing the robe I'd given him over his bloodied clothes, we made our way to a few small shops that had just opened for business and were able to quickly acquire a couple of new outfits for Vincent before heading to the train station.
However, when we arrived at Piccadilly Station, that was when we hit our first hiccup of the day.
Standing outside the multiplatform station were dozens and dozens of police officers, each one checking any potential passenger's identity.
'What's this now? Did they automatically assume that whoever pulled off the heist and set the fires would be trying to leave the area by way of Train through Manchester….' Narrowing my eyes, I pulled Vincent by the sleeve, allowing us to duck into an alley free of prying eyes.
