Two people from The Manor had survived whatever carnage had occurred, or so it seemed.  Emmeline Neuberger, German cousin to Lady Hester Stanton - now in London - and Hester's son George, now in St Sebastian's Home for the Insane.  They didn't muck around in these days, Sarah realised - if they thought 'insane' they said 'insane', and damn whatever people might think.

Two people had survived.  Convenient, the Doctor said, they could have one each.  Again, Sarah decided to take it as a compliment, the Doctor's assumption that she could get on with things herself, with no need for him to hold her hand.  The Doctor would go to London to look for Emmeline Neuberger - needle in a haystack, Sarah had suggested, but the Doctor had indicated his similarity to a magnet in attracting such, and she'd had to agree.  She would stay in the area, and make her way to St Sebastian's.  She was convinced she could charm her way inside anywhere, even a lunatic asylum.  Especially a lunatic asylum.

Sarah accompanied the Doctor to the railway station.  She felt a need in herself to see him off, wave as he chugged away into the distance, steam billowing all around, and she wasn't quite sure what it was.  The nearest she could get to it was a need to know where he was, to know that he was safely on his way somewhere - perhaps a degree of selfishness in there, because she was always afraid he was getting into trouble whenever he was out of her sight, and the further away he was, the more she could get on with her own life.  Because even if he were in trouble there wouldn't be anything she could do about it.

The station was some way from the village, and they would have known that even if it wasn't plainly obvious from the fact they'd walked an hour to get there - because suddenly nature was... natural again.  Fields were brown and fallow, trees were bare; occasionally a robin would flit from leafless branch to leafless branch but of other creatures of nature there were no signs.

'It's not the whole world, then,' said Sarah.  'Just there.  Just that village.'

'Possibly,' said the Doctor.

The station was on a little branch line - the Doctor would have to travel onwards to connect with the main London & South West Railways line that came from Exeter and travelled all the way to Waterloo.