John Judge
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2036
After John had returned from informing the wives of the men who died in a tunnel cave-in. He had left the distraught Mrs Arnold when she asked for his wife Marie to come and see her. Of course, she didn’t know she had been killed but John just couldn’t face discussing it and had to get away. Terry was left to deal with that. John remembered finding an unused alcove and lay down on a makeshift bunk, looked up at the mildewed arched ceiling and tried to sleep. He slept, but it was fitful. As he drifted in and out of consciousness, the events of the years that brought him to this point invaded his memory.
John woke up cold and damp. As he gathered his waking thoughts, a wave of grief overtook him as he remembered his wife Marie who had died in his arms. The noise of his radio brought him fully back to the present ‘Dad it’s Jason, where are you, are you ok?’
John replied ‘I’m ok just needed some quiet time. Don’t know exactly where I am, just wandered about and ended up in here. I’ll meet you at N100 shortly.’ John knew Goodge Street was fairly central and he wouldn’t be too far away from it. He took a deep breath and set out, firstly to find out where he was in the underground maze and then on to Goodge Street to meet up with his sons.