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It's early morning, the Greyham train station is quiet at this hour, only a few people waiting for the morning train. The sun peeks through the bridge above, illuminating the rails and benches close to them, leaving most of the station in the hands of the darkness, with rats and other critters skittering around, looking for food in the knocked-over trashcans.
Mr. Larmer enters the station, unusually 3 minutes late. He sits at one of the front benches, letting the sun warm up his cold body and takes off the old muddy brown cap covering his bald head. Today's quite cold, but the old man doesn't see to mind it, nor the cold breeze.
An older black cat missing one ear and half of it's tail, after a nasty ecounter with a pack of stray dogs, jumps on the bench and and snuggles to Mr. Larmer. ,,You are here early" the old man says to the cat and starts patting the cat, who purrs in response. ,,It seems less and less people wait at this station each day. But you and me always return." he smiles ,,Guess old things have to keep...