Organized to a fault Vincent had arranged to have driver pick up their luggage before collecting them at the restaurant. Soon they found themselves at Penn Station, making their way through the tourists and locals alike to find their train. Not much was said on the ride home, Vincent read and reread the Sunday sports section, before moving on to the latest pro football articles in a stack of magazines he had picked up, he bitched incessantly about the intermittent access of the days scores on his cell phone before finally resigning himself to listening to his IPod. Vincent for some inexplicable reason was feeling somewhat festive and even through the holiday season was still a few months away he listened to “Oi to the World” the punk rock Christmas album by the Vandals Nothing substantial happened they were just sitting there watching nothing in particular as the world rushed by outside the window.

As they pulled into the station Nadrea gathered her brief case, Vincent his oversized rolling garment bag in one hand and back pack in the other. Nadrea took it from him and slung over her shoulder. As they stepped off the train she placed her hand in his and he closed his fingers around her slowly, the pair walked down the platform through the grand and beautifully marbled halls and out to the cab stand where she finally let go of him as Vincent closed the car door.

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