Merrick found Lucky asleep on the last but one carriage of the underground train. He’d just finished his shift as a driver, and in addition to his final duties of the night was checking for errant missing Lords who’d slumped on the floor after too much whisky.
‘Lucky? Look lively mate, you’re in the sidings. Time to head home, son’ Merrick said, shaking his shoulder.
Lucky made a few confused sounds as his eyes drank in the artificial light of the carriage.
‘Nobody knows where I am, Henry. I’m elusive’ he said, finally.
‘You’re pissed’ said Merrick.
Lucky nodded sadly.