We'd arranged to meet there. We both knew what it meant. I had tried to prepare him on the phone - "you know this isn't going to be nice, don't you?". We met on the platform. It was cold - the sort of day where you can see people breathing into the air. We set off together to find the place where we would stay the night. When we got there he broke down - "I just can't do this anymore". But it was me who was in control; I mean I'd arranged the whole thing. It seems funny now that we did it on Remembrance Sunday. But it was significant. And to think now I can't remember which one it was. I went back - I walked up and down outside to see if anything triggered a memory, a feeling. Nothing. All that came to me was the letter A and a man with a case. It seemed as if I'd gone full circle, though I'd only walked in straight lines.
