'The train hurtled towards Edinburgh but it was still not fast enough. The woman opposite stared at her, plainly puzzled, as she dialled home every few minutes. She avoided the woman’s gaze, for she’d have surely broken down if she’d been asked why she couldn’t stop trying the same number over and over. She wanted no sympathy for what she’d done. Only a return to the past, however dull, however awful that had been.'
From 'Highland Fling'