It was nearly eleven when Tim exited the subway car and stepped out onto the 34th Street platform at Penn Station. Despite the hour, a fair number of travelers coursed through the catacombs. He strolled leisurely, knowing that the next train upstate wouldn’t be leaving until midnight.
Spotting a Roy Rogers establishment abutting an Irish Pub, he briefly considered grabbing more food or a beer, but the thought of dumping a load of greasy grub into his already full stomach did not appeal to him. He could have gone for a pint of Guinness, but he decided that he wanted a clear head for his trip north. Instead, he headed over to the Amtrak waiting area, stopping off at one of the two open customer service windows to confirm that his flex pass would be honored.
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