You wake up on a row of hard, plastic seats. You have no idea who or where you are, or how you got here. However, the ticket machines and BT phone booths, along with the bus stop in the distance, mean that you must be somewhere in London.
You try to raise yourself from the seat, but stop when you realise that your pockets are full of objects. Emptying them onto the seats, you examine them closely: two bottles of mineral water, one takeaway bag full of…something, and a crumpled scrap of paper. The paper looks like a train ticket, but the text on it is smudged and hard to read.
What are you going to do now?