Trains were nice, well could be, this train was not nice. It was old and certainly must be falling apart bolt by bolt. She was certain of it. It didn't help that they allowed just anyone on the train, these days anyway. Harrumph, born too late. 

The phone was already useless, no surprise there. If this whole thing made her late for the meeting - No she wouldn't be late. Will would distract them anyway.

The crumpled letter sat between her leg and bag, an oversized thing stuffed with items that were necessary for any traveling woman. She pulled the letter up and smoothed it, a letter peeling slightly. Undignified. She shoved the letter into her bag alongside her useless and off cell phone.

Pryrush, such Welsh name. She had, of course, told the conductor to stop there. He had given her a funny look, which she had returned before marching off to her seat. One close to the front of the train, and in the course of sitting there a few others had all asked for the train to stop off in Pryrush, which was just silly. First off she had already asked, because it had been recommended to her to do so. Secondly it was ridiculous in the first place to have to tell a train conductor when to stop. He should stop automatically. Harrumph, no decency.

Finally the train slowed to a stop. She disembarked, feeling the shaking of the train still rattling her bones. Ugh the weather. She did not need it to rain on top of everything else. Well she had an umbrella at least. Who went to Europe without one? 

The older woman glanced down the train platform and frowned. She had expected a few others. That had been clear from the amount of people who had asked for a stop here, but honestly. She frowned, adjusted her hat and marched into the train station building. That was impressive, there was a building. She was not going to sit outside in the cold and damp waiting for some ... stranger. No she'd sit inside on what was sure to be a stiff backed bench. All the while she'd ignore the others. None of them could possibly be [i]him [/i].

The station building was... "[i]quaint[/i]". The place looked like anything slightly modern had passed over it, only electrical wiring gave indication that the building hadn't been left in the 1800's, or worse. Inside, it was as bad as she had expected. The lights were dim, and gave off that annoying white noise buzz. Her heels clicked on the terracotta tiles, echoing around the empty station. The absolutely empty station. 

[i]Rude.[/i]

There should be someone here, to pick her up. There should be something to tell her where to go. She marched over to the ticket counter and rang the bell. No response. She rang it again. No response.