The June evening was sultry, with the last rays of the sun reflecting goldenly off the signboard of the old railway station in Rubin, a forgotten district of the city. Basia, Kuba and Leon were wandering around the abandoned tracks, looking not so much for excitement as for an escape from their duties and the constant buzz of information. It was Basia who first spotted a metal gate, overgrown with wild vines, leading to a hidden platform. All three stood in silence for a moment, watching the darkness thicken under the vaulted rusty canopy. - 'I don't associate this place with any map,' muttered Cuba, looking at the graffiti-scarred walls. Leon pulled out his phone, but the internet was refusing to cooperate. On the platform clock, the hands stood still - at exactly 6:19 p.m. That was the time of their meeting. - Can you feel it? - Basia asked quietly. There was a peculiar smell of ozone and something else they couldn't name. The air seemed thick and the sounds from the city seemed to have quietened down. In the distance, the sound of an unidentified signal resounded; a short, broken sound that echoed off the walls of the tunnel. - 'Let's go on,' Leon encouraged, peering through the dirty glass into the station building. The interior was almost untouched by time: rows of wooden benches, a dusty ticket machine, posters advertising railway lines that no longer existed. The door to the office stood ajar. Cuba, by nature the most cautious, nevertheless couldn't resist peeking inside. In the corner stood a telephone, the kind from decades ago, with a number dial. A quiet murmur could be heard in the air, as if someone had just been talking on the other end. Suddenly Basia noticed a row of white stones on the floor, arranged in a spiral pattern, leading towards a dark passage under the platform. Their lights from the phones began to play with strange reflections on the walls, as if the image was blurring somewhere on the edge of her imagination. - Can you hear it? - whispered Basia. From the depths of the tunnel came the sound of footsteps, slow and steady, that shouldn't have been there. Leon froze. At the same moment, the hands of the platform clock began to move slowly, and a train set appeared on the tracks, unknown to anyone, illuminated by a cold, bluish light....