Past the Old Machinery
Eric has no ticket he remembers, but he is ready to follow the trail and find out who is helping him.
EricNo ticket that I know of. If Nigel’s left one behind, it’s probably in the same place as Nigel: somewhere important and slightly inconvenient.
I’ll wriggle clear of the tarpaulin, keeping the hat firmly where it belongs.
EricRight then. Past the old machinery, then. I’ll keep to the soft ground. You lead, unless the scrap starts objecting. And if you’ve got a name, it’d be nice to know who’s saving me from being a lone worm in a mystery.