He stands on the platform. Looks to the right, then left, as if he has no idea where he should be looking. It’s dark and he couldn’t tell north from south, east from west, if his life depended on it. Lost. Checks his watch for the twenty third time. Looks again. No sign of it.
He doesn’t yet realize it but what he’s waiting for isn’t coming. Not in the next five minutes, thirty, or tomorrow. Or day after that.