Angela, are you happy now?

She hurriedly followed the sound of his footsteps as she stepped off the urine-smelling train. The train had been scheduled to arrive in Sicily forty-three minutes ago at 8:35pm, but the conductor had suddenly collapsed from extreme dehydration. It had been an unusually humid summer, and many an elderly couple found itself sitting in the canteen drinking late afternoon Spritz. Half an hour was spent looking for a substitute. No one knew what the hold-up was for the remaining thirteen minutes. They reached the edge of the station, eyes searching for the brand new motorcycle that their friendly travel agent had promised would be there.