The loud rhythmic metallic sounds of the approaching train drowned out the annoying squeak of his baggage trolley's tiny wheels as Joe shoved it down the platform ahead of him.  Kicking the trolley upright with practiced ease, Joe's eyes followed the train with disinterest as it slowed to a crawl and eventually stopped.  Nothing new there.  He didn't feel in too much of a hurry to receive or give parcels to the guard, so he decided to just people watch for a bit.  Which fine Whitby gents or ladies would he see today? What strangers?  Any friends?  

Friends?  Don't be daft!  They're all at work! He scolded himself silently as his gaze drifted down the length of the train from First class to the cheaper carriages closer to him.