Samantha – or ‘Sam’ as she prefers to be called – returns to Toronto, Ontario to try and reunite with her young daughter after having been absent from her loved ones’ lives for ten whole months. The second chapter takes place at Huxley Station during a flashback, and this is where Sam suddenly witnesses a horrific tragedy unfold right in front of her eyes.
Flashback: The first thing I remembered was stepping off a train at Huxley Station and searching for a phone box. Once I found the nearest one, I immediately made a call to my foster mother.
I demanded to speak to my own birth daughter, Katrina, who my foster mother was currently looking after. But my foster mother, Siobhan, wouldn’t allow me to, and she had already seen to it that I would be denied custody of Katrina.
I was furious, and slammed down the receiver angrily. ‘Bitch!’ I said in a rage. I felt really indignant.
Suddenly, I heard sobbing and turned around to see where the sobbing was coming from. That was when I spotted her. A young brunette of my age, pacing up and down the platform in a distressed and rather erratic manner. She was dressed in formal eveningwear consisting of a white blouse and black leather trousers with a matching black jacket. But she didn’t appear to be heading for a night out, or catching a train. She appeared to be distraught and very troubled.
My heart broke for her. I didn’t know what to do. Just as I approached the young woman to see if I could try to help her, I was about to ask what was wrong when she proceeded to remove her jacket and heels, placing them next to her handbag almost ritually. She was still sobbing as she did this. After she laid her clothing in a neat row, with only her leather jeans and blouse on, she turned around to look at me with tears of pain in her sad-filled eyes. As soon as I saw her face, I froze in shock. There was something very disturbing about her – she was the spitting image of me! Was I looking at my reflection in a mirror? For a brief moment, I thought I was. But whilst I felt stunned at having just met my potentially long-lost identical twin for the first ever time, the strange woman had nothing more than a melancholic expression on her face. It was as if she were unable to acknowledge me or anybody else. Could she have looked any sadder? She took no notice of me afterwards. What happened next would be burned at the back of my mind forever. The identical shed one last tear before walking towards the end of the platform as a train approached at full speed. And that was when she jumped.