The Station Pt.2

"No, I have my ticket right here," Andrew said as he patted his windbreaker. "It's in my pocket. I need to get home to America."

Andrew paused. He didn't remember buying a ticket. But then again, he wasn't thinking clearly.

"Your train is late, señor," the attendant said. "I will make an announcement as soon as I have some information. Please take a seat."

He motioned to the empty benches in the middle of the station. Andrew went and sat down on one. He hoped this wouldn't take long.

He had to get home and explain things to his wife...