The Impressions (3)

the impressions. Part three. Felicity sat up in bed with a start on looked around her room. It was reassuringly normal. Her books on the bookshelf, pictures on the wall, mobile phone on the table, all very 21st century. What an extraordinary dream. She yawned, scratched her head and gave a little cry of pain as she discovered a large bump on her head. That must be the reason she thought she'd bumped her head, come home, gone straight to bed on. Dreamed about those strange people all because of that bloody cupboard door. She wandered into the kitchen of the frat she shared with two other young women, Julie and Paula, and put on the kettle for some tea. Julie was eating breakfast and texting. So she said to Felicity through a mouthful of toast. Who was that? Who brought you home late last night? Then he sounded very posh. Felicity dropped her spoon, brought me home. What time was that? After midnight, I heard you come in and someone saying good night to you at the door. Lovely voice. He had very respectful. Much nicer than that other boyfriend you used to bring back here. What was his name, Aid and Dash Any, said Paula's. She sat down opposite Julie and poured the water Felicity adjust boiled onto a tea bag for herself or age and the douchebag, as I like to call him. At the beginning of her last year of university, Felicity had made the mistake of falling in love with Aidan, a guest lecturer on her course. Just before her final exams, she discovered he had a wife and two Children that he had forgotten to tell her about. Julie and Paula had had to spend the next four weeks making Felicity get up study on Goto her exams when all she'd wanted to do was hide in bed. That's it, Aidan. Nasty piece of work, said Julie. Always putting you down anyway. The bloke who brought you back last night sounded much nicer. Where do you meet him? Just somebody from the office answered Felicity, not knowing what she could possibly say. Oh, is that the time I got to go? And she disappeared off to the bathroom to get ready for work on the bus ride. She thought hard as she looked out the window, so it hadn't been a dream then If Julie had heard Frederik tumble after he'd insisted on making sure she got home safely, then it had all really happened. The meeting in the boardroom, the strange group of people, What are they called themselves? Impressions. That was it. The promise to help. So what's the plan then? Said a voice in Hurriyah. We haven't got long, you know. Are you doing what you need to do? Felicity turned on, found Mrs Twizzlers turn one of the impressions sitting down next to her. The lady detective was now wearing a hit job on it had a large marks and Spencer's bag on her knees, which helped her blend in, although the tips of her Victorian style boots could still be seen from under her long dress. I thought you could benefit from my assistance, she continued. I realised I may look a little unusual to most other passengers on this on Libous in my usual clothes. So I put on this disguise in case the ticket inspector conceive me. But as I said before, we must hurry. There is no time to waste. Well, I began Felicity tickets. Please send a ticket inspector coming up the stairs to the upper deck. He was a large seek with a turban on impressive beard. Onda fierce I Felicity never traveled without a ticket, but hated the feeling of panic the inspectors always caused in her. Mrs. Twizzlers done showed something to the man who barely looked at her as Felicity looked frantically in her bag. I know it's here somewhere, she said, wondering for the millionth time why bags were made with black interiors, making it impossible to find anything. Please hurry, miss, I don't have all day, the inspector said impatiently. He pulled out a notebook and started tapping it with his pen. Look, I'm sorry, but I can't find it now. I definitely put it in here. Of which point she managed to drop her bottle of mineral water onto the floor. That top flew off and it rolled around the top part of the bus, spraying water everywhere. Somebody behind her tutted Mrs Twizzlers turn looked straight ahead on ignored everything. The inspector side rescued the bottle on, returned it to Felicity, who was by now red faced with embarrassment, he opened his notebook name that's in Paul's. The two women got off the bus together and headed towards the bank. Here you are, said Mrs Twizzlers. Done handing Felicity back her missing travel card. You started from me. Why did you do that? Well, I thought it best if he didn't notice me. If I hadn't shown him a ticket, he'd have paid too much attention to me. But now I have to pay a fine. And how did you get it out of my bag without me seeing you anyway? I learned that from fingers. O Neill said Mrs Twizzlers Ton finest pickpocket and cup person. 19th century London. He could steal the socks off a man's feet while he was still wearing his shoes. Taught me everything I know, but that's enough about me. You still haven't told me about your plans.