Martin plied himself from the wooden station bench as the 08:04 train to Aberdeen pulled into the station. A mass of motion flooded towards platform 3 as the train's arrival was announced over the fuzzy speakers. People rushed passed Martin with suitcases trailing behind them, eager to get the best seats. Martin was in no hurry as he scanned past the carriages for one with the least amount of people to bother him. Martin was last to board as he clambered into a carriage with just two other people, an elderly woman and what looked like her son. He selected a seat furthest away from the others and out of site.
He was on his way to Aberdeen to see his mother in hospital who had been diagnosed with cancer the week before. …
