His phone is on 5%, it won't last long, and all the trains, one after another have been cancelled. He's been waiting for over an hour now, and it doesn't look likely at all that he'll get home tonight.

He curses to himself under his breath, shifting the plastic museum bag from the gift shop from one hand to another.

It's only when he turns his head that he sees her, and she's more than recognisable as the woman he met earlier that day.

"If you're after the London one you're out of luck," he calls over. "They're all cancelled."