You are faced to face with what seems like an old and rusted telephone near the window while you were clearing out your grandparents mansion. You're baffled as to how it's still ringing, being a curious person, you pick up. "Hello?" A man's voice comes through. "Kindly tell the chauffeur to pick me up in Bishopsgate station. The trains aren't working today. You have my thanks."

(Bishopsgate railway station, opened year 1840 to 1875)