Sunday.

 William hurried down the steps. Soon he was on a landing and stepped onto the platform. There were a few people waiting. Sunday was generally a quiet day down here. Then he noticed a statue that had not been here before. For William there was no mistaking who it was.

Then a train came out of a tunnel and stopped. No one got on but one man got off. He was dressed in a guard's uniform. William knew him well.

It was Father Patrick. He was carrying some croissants and an opened bottle of red wine, some of which he had poured into a glass.

The smiling priest was giving people on the platform a sip of the wine and ripping them off a little bit of croissant, which each person swallowed.

Then William realised what was happening.

TrainSubStation.