Melanie arrived at King's Cross Station by taxi. The driver helped pull her trunk out of the back and loaded it onto the trolley, grumbling and giving her sidelong glances as if she were a crazy person for having such an obnoxious piece of luggage. Melanie held her cat's cage in her hand and avoided looking at the man, fearing she would get frustrated enough to snap at him. It was bad enough that nobody had been able to see her off, but now she had to deal with an irritable taxi driver? That's what you get when your mom is 7 months pregnant and ordered bed-rest, it seems. Her step-dad had to stay to take care of her, so that left Melanie here with this peach of a person, whom she handed the required money to and thanked politely. She never forgot her manners, even when they were undeserved. The man inclined his head to her without a word and got back into the cab, leaving Melanie standing on the curb. She wheeled her trolley around and made her way into King's Cross, hoping to find some people that were a bit more pleasant.