He leaves his stolen car in an NCP in Berwick-on-Tweed. He is exhausted, but chivvied on by PETA he limps to the railway station. Here he buys a ticket for London with his debit card, and then goes to a different window and buys a ticket to Edinburgh with cash. Since the cash isn’t his, he doesn’t baulk at first class. As far as the onlookers are concerned, he now pulls a regular, if slightly oversize, mobile phone from his jacket – although there has been no ringtone, and he has not pressed or swiped anything on the screen – and speaks into it. ‘How far north is far enough?’ he asks. He gets a reply, but the onlookers cannot hear it. CHARLES has no luggage. At the station café he has a sausage bap for breakfast and some black coffee, and then boards the northbound train. Caffeine notwithstanding he falls asleep almost as soon as the train starts from the station. The first-class carriage is empty, apart from himself, and the seats are evidently very comfortable. When he wakes he feels a little better.
