1997.

It was a gloomy, grey afternoon in Oxford. Sigh, you hated it here, but you had to visit your family (who still lived there). You were getting on the train after doing some food shopping when your train had just arrived. A short, young man with black hair was getting off at the same time. He looked in a rush. You try to get on, but he accidentally bumps into you, knocking you (and your food) onto the cold floor. He immediately gets by your side, helping you up. He speaks in a panicked and worried tone as he drops his bags by his side. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" The man apologises, helping you up as you watch the train you were meant to get on fade into the distance.