By the time he reached the platform, the train had pulled to a stop.
Stuart looked up.
Something immediately struck him as odd!
It was the train itself!
It looked…Old.
Then Stuart realised it was not fog he had seen through the upstairs window, it was steam!
The train was like one of those old steam trains he’d seen in films.
Stuart stood still on the platform for a moment, trying to fathom what was going on.
The train was definitely an old steam train, though he’d never seen one up this close before.
He surmised that it might just be passing through, perhaps on its way to a fair for the New Year.
But it was here now, and travelling - he hoped - in the right direction for London, and that was what mattered. Surely, under the circumstances, they wouldn’t mind giving him a lift.
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