Apparently whatever's bogged up the rails is so bad that they're going to have to reverse us all the way back into Harry's little King's Cross, and we'll have to wait for repairs to finish before they can send us back along.
Got you some tea, though. I wasn't sure if you took any cream or sugar so I got... er, too many packets, I suppose. I'm sorry that it's not better, Tom, but they say there's not much in the way of quality teas between afterlives. It should be recognisable as tea. I think.
Oh, you've got a laptop working! Fantastic! Is there a network for partially dead people?! I wish I could say hello to a few-- I mean, not that I don't like your company just fine, of course! But all the train workers and passengers are being so rude! Hope Colin made it out all right.