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Harry Wells has a long-standing policy of getting his arse the fuck away from human civilisation the day before full moon and staying well away until sunrise two days after full. It was easy in Yorkshire. In London, waiting for the doctors to say his granddaughter and her mum could come home frmo hospital, it wasn't nearly so bloody easy. To save everyone involved a lot of bother he took a train north, and got off as soon as he felt they were reasonably rural, then started running. This morning he started back home.

Unfortunately, this was supposed to be the Kings Cross exit where he was to meet Annie, so he's a little irritated just at the moment.