"Fine names if I ever heard one," the man named Huey said, "Well, what brings you two ladies to this knucklehead's cabin? Hell, what's takin' ya to London? I guess what i'm sayin' is...tell an old man about yourselves--it's a long train ride, and I'm tired of talkin' to him."
"Well I'm actually originally from London, just popped to Nottingham for a small visit," Dod answered. To her she was certain that wasn't the kind of exciting story Huey was looking for, but because she was English there wouldn't be amazing reasons to visiting London which was about four hours train ride from the Northern part of England.
Before Lottie could answer however another young lady popped up behind Theo, "So sorry to interrupt, gents, ladies. I must have misheard, Dod Freeman you said? There wouldn't happen to be a Dorothy before it, would it? Delilah Blanc. You may have heard of me?"
"Delilah Blanc?" Dod looked at the woman, her mouth hanging slightly open and eyes wide as if she had seen a vision from the past. She took Delilah's hand and stood up, "Mon amie, tu grandis depuis je te vois," Dod said, kissing the young ladies cheeks, "Comment t-allez vous?" she added, asking how she was.
"Don't mind us gentlemen, and Lottie, just old friends catching up," Dod said to the others. She pulled Delilah to sit next to her. It had been during the early times of the world that the two women had met and back then Delilah was more of a young girl than a woman. Dod had just moved to Paris and their encounter was brief then, but they still became the best of friends. Dod had given the little girl her address and for a while they had sent regular letter back and forth when Delilah moved to England. Though when the war reached Paris Dod had to stop sending those letters and the communication between the two stopped completely, until this very moment.