 Wait, I know you, he says to the woman on the platform clutching her one-way ticket to heaven. I saw you every day. She takes a closer look at his face. Did you work at that coffee shop? I did. You came in every morning for an iced soillate. Good memory. God, what I wouldn't give for one now. Suddenly it clicks for him. All that time you knew. You knew we'd be here someday. You knew you'd have your ticket and you never told me how I could get mine. I thought you already knew and I didn't know what to say. Well, it's too late now. Thanks for nothing. And with that they stand in an awkward silence waiting for what seems like an eternity for the train to arrive.