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ferretsgamesMar 23, 10:36am
The night was dark with clouds hiding the moon and a hint of rain in the air. Pete was gasping for breath and sighed with relief as he saw the small railway station ahead of him. He redoubled his efforts as he heard a train approaching and staggered onto the platform just in time to see the lights of the last carriage disappear round a curve in the track.

"Oh shit", he muttered to himself sinking on to a nearby bench. "No more trains until the morning".
He huddled into his Parker preparing for a long wait and very soon fell sound asleep.

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Sandi-JaneMar 23, 10:42am
The elements showed no kindness to the lone figure huddled on the bench on the deserted platform. The wind was making an especially bold effort to alert every inanimate object on the platform into movement. Strangely Pete slept on.

It was probably for the best that he did not awaken, it seemed as though the dark had her own plan for our lonely stranger; and she, for the moment was going to keep it secret.

The wind gave one more sigh in protest; creaking the platform sign most pitifully. Peter awoke with a start. "Platform One" he sighed... There was only one platform on this God forsaken station, one platform, one bench. No toilet... He huddled his parker closer around him... and one bloody train. He closed his eyes again.

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ferretsgamesMar 23, 10:54am
He had barely dozed off when he was jolted awake by the whistle of a train.
He listened as the chuffing sound drew nearer and the enging light became visible. He got to his feet as the big steam engine passed him and came to a stop a few yards further on.
"Steam?" he mused as he opened the nearest carriage door and sleepily climbed aboard.

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Sandi-JaneMar 23, 11:00am
"Welcome to the Orient Express Sir"

Peter was sure that was what he heard as he slid into an empty compartment and onto a large high backed seat. He looked through the doors of the compartment into the corridor of the train. The shadow of his greeter passed the windows with a lopsided grin.

"Hmmmmm... Odd" Peter said to himself, took of his jacket, rolled it up under his head and went to sleep.

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OrfieMar 23, 11:10am
He slept fitfully; dreaming of a dark woman attired in tatted lace. She carried a parasol made of feathers and smelled of lavender.
"What's this?", he cried.

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ferretsgamesMar 23, 11:28am
Waking with a start, his nostrils filled with the scent of lavender, he opened his eyes.
Bending over him was a beautiful dark haired woman, "Who are you", she asked "and where did you get that strange attire?"
"Strange?" He looked down at his worn jeans and trainers and smoothed his Grateful Dead tee-shirt. It looked quite normal to him.
"What's with your lacy get up? Is this a fancy dress party?"

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Sandi-JaneMar 23, 12:40pm
"Sir, what insults... this is not my fanciest dress at all!"

The young lady turns to leave.

"Wait... I'm sorry, I did not mean to insult you" Peter finds everything rather amusing. Either he has stepped back in time, or ended up crashing a rather expensive birthday party.

She turns and looks at him quizically. "Dinner is in an hour, in the catering carriage, if you care to attend.... Perhaps you should wear something a little more....ehhhhhm..... normal!!"

She leaves the compartment in a haughty manner.

Pete looks out of the window, straining to see his own reflection. What was wrong with his dress. It was a brand new T-shirt, he bought it from the concert he just attended, and unlike his normal attire it was free of cigarette burns and curry stains!

His luggage... Shit... He had left his holdall at the station.

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ferretsgamesMar 23, 1:31pm
Sighing he turned away from the window, then something caught his eye. Picking it up he found he was holding what looked like an umbrella covered with fluffy feathers. It must belong to the strange woman.
Exiting the compartment he rushed down the corridor after her to find her talking to a short, stocky well dressed man with black sleek hair and a moustache as old fashioned as the clothes he wore.

"Oh thank you" she took the parasol from him. "I wondered where I had left that. Please let me introduce you to M. Hercule Poirot.... Oh dear, I do not know your name young man!" she exclaimed.

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OrfieMar 23, 2:28pm
"You are most welcome, dear lady. The name's Peter, and that fellow you're talking to he's... he's.... he's on A&E re-runs!"

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Sandi-JaneMar 23, 5:42pm
The young lady stares agog at Peter, she has no idea what A&E is, least of all a re-run.

"Are you delusional sir... ummmm... did you escape from somewhere??" Realising what she has said, she blushes and looks away. "I'm sorry, it is just this situation is very unusual".

She offers her hand to him... "I'm Ms. Fforbes; pleased to meet your acquaintance... I think."


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