I hurried down the stairs, my tickets flapping as if they were trying to take of. I had to get on the train. I had to.

With what felt like an eternity of running,panting and bustling I arrived at the station gasping for breath. I checked my ticket, the silver ticket reflected light into my eyes. I could see a 6; I tucked the the ticket into my pocket.

2 hours later, I strode up to the officer and shouted “The train but its so slow I could have walked faster”

“Sir, on your ticket it says platform nine.” replied the officer.