Four Foot Eight

Walthamstow Central

It's late at night as the last train pulls in and the final stragglers stumble off and out into the rain. The driver notices a slumped figure in one of the cars.

"Hello! Walthamstow! End of the line!"
"Uh.. nnngh.. er.. sorry?"
"We're not going anywhere else tonight. C'mon, time to go home."
"Oh, um.. where are we? Walthamstow? Oh, shit.."
"'Fraid so. I guess you didn't mean to come this far?"
"Gragnghngrrk. No. Meant to get off at Seven Sisters."
"Better get walking then, I'm afraid. Have a good night!"

The driver heads off to put the train to bed. The sleepy passenger heads off to find out how long it's going to be until he can put himself to bed.