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- unless you plan on bringing your own child seat.

- Thank you.

- Madam, Ticket please!

- Pity no one thought about putting

- automatic locks on those doors.

- Actually why bother with doors, why not use net curtains?

- Madam, are you his mother?

- My mom died.

- Oh... I'm sorry to hear that.

Tickets, please!

She didn't say goodbye.

Yup!

Why don't you get some sleep.

She was nice.

Aah.

Still going to make it in 47 minutes?

Give or take a few seconds.

I thought you got off.

I went to get some water for the coat.

Aah.

I think we're the last people on this train.

Yep.

- Where are you getting off?

- Tonbridge Wells. What about you?

- Tonbridge.

- Last chance for some shuteye then.

Not like you can nod off in work.

Not likely.

- What do you do?

- Events management. I manage events.

You do not want me to tell you how boring it is.

Okay.

Don't tell me then.

Your job is exciting.

You get to help people. You're making a difference.

I'd get a lot from that.

Oh Sure.

Grey hair and sleepless nights.

It's very rewarding.

I abandoned my friends tonight.

- Isn't that awful?

- Well, It depends on what they did.

- They were trying to cheer me up.

- How dare they!

No I... broke up with my boyfriend a month ago -

- so they organized a night on the town in London.

- Cocktailing, clubing, you know - the whole shebang.

- What a chore.

You'd be surprised. I can't do it anymore.

Could you?

Me?

A single dad with a seven year old tender

and a chance to party all night? Hmm.

- Why don't you change your seat?

- No. No, no.

I'm warming my legs up. ER is

a war zone this time of year.

- Warm up on me.

- Excuse me?

Guess my condition.

Oh!

Okay...

- Heart murmur.

- Nice guess! That's talent.

- Aah for a seven-year old it's entertainment.

- And how would you know this assessment?

Well, first, I'd check your fifth intercostal space,

your middle auxiliary point.

- Remind me where that is again?

- It's right here.

So just under my left breast...

And then.. I would feel for a palpable murmur

- or a thrill (vibration).

- It's what we call it. A thrill.

- You'd feel me for a thrill ...

Then... I would send you...

... for an ECG examination.

You know I don't think the stain is coming out.

I'd like to take you up on your offer just now.

Or you can buy me a new coat with your

Doctor's salary.

Shall I give you my number?

Sarah... Barwell? You could a

doctor with handwriting like this.

Funny,.. or rude. I can't work out what

sums you up best.

- All my patients have that problem.

- And do any of your patients get to call you by your first name?

Ooh... only special cases.

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