Europe By Train, etc.:
I am in a train station, which I take to be Argyle Street or Partick, but which bears more of a physical resemblance to the shed that is Earl's Court station in London. The odd thing about this station, which I view from a raised walkway, is the wide platforms. So wide, indeed, that each incorporates a viewing gallery for several hundred people, who watch flashy new trains shoot improbably past.
I get on a train, and am disgorged on a dark, houseless Merrylee Road. I try to walk towards where I suppose home will be, but I can hardly move my legs, and I am reduced to crawling by my arms.