We arrived at the venue of our meeting in the early hours of the morning. It was an old forlorn train station. No human being could be seen anywhere. It looked like nobody had visited the place for years.
As we drove round in search of where to park, I caught a glimpse of a forlorn figure at the entrance to the lone building in the entire vicinity. It looked more or less like a hideout for men and women of the underworld.
My heart sank. My hope to see our dream come true suddenly became forlorn to me. I kept my thoughts to myself. At the same time, fear began to rise in my heart.