Quackity stood at the subway station late a night ,leaning against the wall. He had wore a jacket , as it was quite cold. The place around him was damp and dark, with almost no one else there.

The overcom spoke saying:

Northern and Waterloo and City Lines, and National Rail Services This train terminates at Stanmore. Have a great night.”

he huffed. Why was he even here. Whatever, The last train came and everyone got off.