On the Night Train: Someone's in My Bed

Excuse me, I think you're in my bed. Number 23?

Your bed? No, dear, I'm quite sure this one's mine.

Um, my ticket says carriage 8, bed 23.

Well, so does mine. Look, it's right here.

Huh? That's strange. They can't sell the same bed twice... can they?

Good evening! Tickets, please. Is everything all right here?

Not really. We both have tickets for the same bed.

Ah, let me see. Hmm... yours is fine, sir.

And yours, madam... well, I'm afraid it's for tomorrow night.

Tomorrow? Oh no... how silly of me.

Do I have to get off at the next station?

Don't worry. Let me check if there's a free bed.

It's almost midnight. She can't wait on a platform.

Hmm, the only free bed is the upper one in this cabin.

Oh. I'm 78. I can't climb up that ladder.

Then you take the lower bed. I'll sleep up there.

Really? Are you sure, young man?

Of course! I climb trees for fun. A ladder's easy.

That's very kind of you. I'll change your tickets now.

Thank you both so much. What a relief!

Here, have some of my lemon biscuits. I baked them myself.

Oh, wow, they smell amazing! Thank you!

So where are you travelling to, all on your own?

Venice. It's my first time in Italy!

Lovely. Then tomorrow I'll tell you where to find the best ice cream.

Good night, you two. Breakfast is at seven!