When it's time to leave an old town, you get an odd mix of satisfaction and regret. It's nice to think there's a bit we didn't see yet. We have a reason to come back one day.

Appleby

You're setting a decent pace there, Broadstairs.

Broadstairs

I can't abide missing a train.

They march smartly back towards the Castle. Whatever the oncoming crowd, Broadstairs somehow retains command of the pavement. Chalgrove dodges about behind in the turbulent wake of his advance. Appleby takes to the road where he makes the best progress.

Chalgrove

I do wish I had my timetable. Four minutes past the hour, I believe it is?

Broadstairs

That's the Northbound.

It's not much to ask, that a traveller recalls his train times. The mind's eye will happily persist an orange minute. Or the image of one finger on a clock face. But none of the three can recollect.

Appleby

So it has departed already.

Broadstairs

We may as well go in and make certain. Let's try to remember for next time.