Some journeys do not end when the train stops.
Flynn Caryle has always been good at moving on. Keep busy. Keep joking. Keep going. Anything is better than looking back for too long.
Then a black ticket appears with his name on it.
Low Road Station is ordinary enough in the rain: wet platforms, tired lights, late trains, and people pretending not to notice the things that feel wrong. But somewhere beneath its timetables and locked doors is a platform that should not be there - and a journey Flynn never meant to take.
In Halewick, roads remember. Records shift. Warnings arrive too late.
Now the railway is listening.
Last Train to Halewick is a rain-soaked British supernatural mystery about missed chances, unfinished journeys, and the dangerous comfort of pretending the past is safely behind you.
Are we goin'?