(On a lone, desolate platform on an empty train track...) I reckon the 3:30's a bit late. Mmm. There she is. (A platform pulls up with a table and chair. On the table is a desktop computer.) Be quick, Tom. Sposeta get her to Branchbury by five. Okay, Bill. (Tom sits down and begins using the internet.) Well... Saw pictures of some mighty cute kittens, and Facebook changed to be more like Twitter. Mmm. Fishkill.