You wake up in an abandoned train station with no memory of who you are or where you came from. Floating robotic Drudgers patrol the platform, cleaning litter and minding security. A curious, near-opaque fog seems to surround the area around the platform. A serious-looking, balding man wearing a bowler hat, pinstripe suit and thick-rimmed glasses stands - and, curiously, his tie cut off just above his jacket button - waiting for the train. It seems to be running late. Unsurprising, as this station appears to be disused - in fact, you could have sworn this place was deserted moments before...

"Late again. Typical." said the man, as he raised a finger to rub his eye through the frame of his glassless spectacles.

You're sure of one thing -you don't belong here, and neither do they. What is going on?