During her train ride back to London, she considered her options again. Fleeing the country would always be her best bet. She'd tried the hiding within the borders of the country until they gave up looking for her, but that clearly hadn't worked. Almost nine months had passed since she first ran and Antonin was still determined to catch her and do what exactly? Drag her back to the Dark Lord to face her punishment? Kill her in inventive and painful ways? Force her to return to the family she abandoned? None of them sounded enjoyable. The possibility was always present that he had plans for her she hadn't imagined yet. That filled her with more dread than anything else.