Boards on a train, a he.

Boards on a train, a he, his destination just a few stops away. He's gone to the end of the line a number of times before but has never got off at the stop he uses today. The sun is setting when he gets on the train, the cheerless neighborhood familiar. Night has already fallen when he surfaces from the underground, the alien surroundings an unexpected lively pedestrian area. The abnormal scene makes the tube ride appear as a short trip in time rather than space. He has an appointment. Finds the place, takes the lift, and is invited to sit and wait. The anticipated instant converges where he sits and stands and stretches and walks. In a split second he gets acquainted with new particulars, sudden echoes from yesteryear, in a strange room, in singular circumstances, unforeseen. Back in the tube he makes a phone call to alleviate his misery. He is glad from leaving the busy unknown quarters behind and emerge again in his somber part of town. The warp drive is closed, the news known, confusing next steps awaiting.