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I moved to the stranger who was holding the lamp. He was in official uniform.
'Are you the guard of the 12.0 out from St Pancras?'
'I am.'
'Where's your train? What's happened?'
'As for where it is, there it is, right in front of you, what's left of it. As to what's happened, why, we're wrecked.'
'What do you mean by you're wrecked?'