The train journey wasn’t too pleasant. There was too many people for my liking and don’t get me started on the horrible smell of that guy sitting next to me. He must’ve been homeless or something. Do you really think I want to be here? Not really, but there is nothing you can do about it. That is what happens when you work for the WOT. In my job description, I was only told one thing ‘ Go to Long, lost island, meet male, 6ft 3″ on Trunchball Lane’. I arrive at the train station where I see this peculiar person who was sitting by the bench next to Platform 7.