Sunday, 9:29 AM, Somewhere Outside Swansea, Wales 

The morning sunlight flittered through the shutters of Booker's apartment and the sounds of the birds waking flooded past the narrow slits of the window shutters and through the window panes. However Booker woke up to the sound of knocking on the door, he raised his head slowly and parted his mouth loudly to release a noiseless yawn, as he smacked his lips he looked up to the clock on the table to his side and let out a frustrated groan, 'a minute before the alarm?' he thought to himself sitting up and stretching his arms. Booker slipped on his shirt and shuffled past the living room and towards the door, he clutched the handle and was about to push it when he impulsively reached towards the desk to his side and took his pistol from it's drawer. He creaked the door open to see a frog faced boy in a flat cap looking up at him with a big goofy smile.
"Telagram Mr Dewitt!" he said excitedly holding out an envelope, Booker took the letter from the child's hand awkwardly and watched him scamper across the hall to a door at the other end, "telegram Mr Dewitt" he said to the figure in the other door. As the words left the kid's mouth Booker's vision went fuzzy and a loud screeching noise filled his ears until the other door shut. Booker cursed under his breath, muttering words like 'head ache' and 'lunatic'. 
Booker returned to his bed room where he chucked the letter onto his bed, favoring getting dressed befo- 

RING RING RING!!!!!

He pounced on the clock like a snake would on a mouse and clutched it between his hands in a manacle like grip, banging it nonsenseicly it the wall, cracking it's glass and warping it's metal, turning the inside from an organized arty of clockwork into a rattley mess of gears. He kept smashing the infernal clock against the wall until the bell stopped, then he proceeded to chuck it into a pile of other smashed clocks in the corner. Booker exhaled in calmness and returned to the wardrobe where he selected the clothes he usually wore, his trousers and a suit vest and put them on. He went back towards his bed and sat down, picking up the letter and ripping it from it's papery container, after reading the letter he sighed.
"Booker don't do it."

CHOO CHOO!

"All aboard!"