He'll walk down to the quiet spot at the end of the platform, where no one else ever ventures. He'll kneel on the floor. Breathing it in. The steam, that rich green frame, the noise as she breathes, eager to be let loose, to reign in the open countryside. Here, he becomes free, the world can't catch him. The loan repayments, his blood pressure, tomorrow’s 8am start, the forgotten birthdays, the day she left. All the pains and problems of his life can only wait at the station door. They daren't approach him when he's near her.