Jack looked at his watch, grumbling. He was the only one on this platform, and the last train of the night was late. He'd been held up at the office going over papers, and now was stood on this dingy platform in the rain, fuming. He was in his late 20s, with dark hair he refused to admit was greying; tall and lanky at around 6'1'', wearing a mid-range black suit and tie.
He turned with a start, as the payphone behind him began ringing. Curious, he picked up the phone. "Hello? You've got through to a pay phone, I don't know if y-" The line filled with static, it was almost painful to the ear.
"Would you... to g... elsewhere?" he heard through the cloud of static.
"Who is this? Obviously I want to go elsewhere, it's why I'm waiting for the train!" Jack snapped. The line went dead, and he hung up, rolling his eyes and turning with a start as... a train began to roll in. It looked near-empty, the branding on the side unusual. Elsewhere Express? Well, fuck it, he needed to get home, and it was about midnight anyway...