Getting to the place is alright, it's finding the way back afterwards that's difficult. I see a station down that way and set out. But I've gone down the wrong side somehow and now I've lost sight of it. And I've forgotten my phone, so I can't check maps. The further I walk, the bigger the streets. This is a big city, I know. Office blocks, etc, vast expanses everywhere I look, but no sign of a station. I am totally lost.
It's later. Running, we leap into a sort of silo, as big as a huge barn, half filled with whatever. We go out onto a little outside balcony on the opposite wall above the huge pit. It's barred above with giant beer pump handles. Dad doesn't have a care, chatting away. I can jump and pull one of the giant handles down a bit but that's not going to get us out of here. Dad is in a good mood, talking and, in that way of his, making himself laugh, while I realise we're never going to get out of here.