Chapter 42 Section 41

Sitting in the taxi, he said: "Gardonard!" And that was the truth: he could leave the apartment, he could leave the keys there, he could sleep on the street, but he didn't have the courage to leave her.It was an act of desperation to go to the train station to find her, but the train to London was the only clue, the only clue she had left him.Jean-Marc didn't want to ignore it, no matter how unlikely it was. When he got to the station, the train to London was still there.He went upstairs in three steps at a time and bought a ticket; most of the passengers had already boarded.Under the strict supervision of the platform, he was the last one to get on the train.Police officers and German dogs specially trained to check for flammable and explosive materials patrolled the area.His car was full of Japanese with cameras on their necks, and he found his place and sat down.

Then he marvels at the absurdity of what he's doing, on a train that probably doesn't have the person he's looking for.In three hours he would be in London, but even he himself did not know why he was there.He only had enough money to buy a return ticket.Distraught, he stood up and walked onto the platform in a daze, ready to go home.But he didn't have a key with him, so how could he go back?He had left them on the little table in the hall.When he woke up again, he realized that the gesture was a sad gesture to him alone.The janitor also has a duplicate key.He could get it from him at any time, he looked towards the end of the platform hesitantly, but saw that all the exits were closed.He stopped a guard and asked how he could get out of here.That was impossible, the guard said.For safety reasons, once on the train, he cannot get off.Every passenger had to stay there as a guarantee that he hadn't dropped a bomb; there were Islamic terrorists and Irish terrorists, and they all dreamed of a massacre in the tunnel.

He got back on the train, and a female conductor who checked the tickets smiled at him; all the conductors smiled.He thought: These more and more exaggerated smiles indicate that the rocket will enter the death tunnel.The rocket carried warriors from different nationalities.American, German, Spanish, Korean tourists.They are willing to risk their lives in this great war.He sat down.As the train moved, he was up again, ready to search for Chantal. He entered the first car.On one side of the aisle are lounge chairs for one person and on the other side for two; the chairs in the middle of the carriage face each other.The passengers sitting there were chatting lively together.Chantal was among them.He saw her from behind: he felt a powerful touch, almost comical, the way she wore her hair in an outdated bun.She sat at the window and took part in the lively conversation.Those people could only be colleagues from her company.So she didn't lie?No matter how impossible it seems.No, she must not have lied.

He stood there motionless: he heard more laughter and recognized Chantal's in it, and she was amused.Yes, she is very happy.But it hurt him deeply.He watched her poses, how alive they were, which he had never seen before.He could not hear what she was saying, but he saw her hand waving vigorously up and down; he felt that it was impossible for him to recognize the hand; it was another hand; It was something else: it seemed to him that she no longer existed for him, that she had gone elsewhere, into another life.If he met her, he would never recognize her again.