It didn't even look like a real station. The slab concrete of the wall ran along the back of it and there was a little shelter with a bench, but nothing else - not a ticket office or a machine. Not even a sign to say where it was. He could see the ends sloping down to the tracks and there were three lamps on poles, but the light from them was thin and weak. There we no houses, no street lights. So far and he could see, there wasn't a road, not even steps down to one. It was just a platform, dark and still, in the middle of nowhere.