A green blur streaked past the windows on both sides of the train. He sat and sipped his coffee, looking forward to being in Scotland in just a few hours.
The green became less blurry as the train slowed. It wasn't scheduled to stop anywhere for another forty minutes.
The train's public address system crackled to life.
"Hi folks," said the overly-familiar train manager. "We're having some technical difficulties and this train is going to have to be taken out of service. We'll be terminating this service at Doncaster."
A woman screamed.
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