‘Er yeah, they're cool, love.’ The teenager flits around the carriage for support but her friends only snort as they film on their phones.
‘Pink flowers, for my Mum.’
‘Yes, so I see.’ The elegant lady curdles her face and expertly turns to the window, as if what she sought has been out there all along.
‘Bye everybody, I'm going to see my Mum now.’
An invisible weight lifts as the passengers relax. Shared smiles of relief abound, and normal service resumes.
The cemetery gates are fleetingly visible as the train speeds away.