The second time he woke, he realised he’d past his stop. The train was pulling out of Kananook, so he decided to keep going to Frankston and he’d get out at Mentone on the way back into town. The third time he woke, he was again in Kananook again heading to Frankston. The fourth time he woke, the driver was coming through the carriage at Frankston.
“Get off. Last stop.”
He pulled himself together and exited the train. He heard the driver call him a scumbag junkie behind his back and he didn’t have the energy or interest in correcting him.
He looked at the clock. 12:53. No more trains. No money for a taxi. He found a phone and called reverse charges. He would be collected. He went to the bus stop and fell asleep on the bench.