Was returning to my City on what was the last train for the night. The next train leaving the station would be 5:09 the following morning. A school-aged-boy came and stood beside me waiting for the train to stop so we could open the doors. At the same moment a conductor also appeared. The school boy asked the conductor what stop this was? The conductor said, “The last stop”. Full Stop. The fogged head of the boy cleared in an instant. He began to protest that he needed to have gotten off in Amsterdam. [He needed to have disembarked 50 minutes earlier.] By the look of him, he had been imbibing somewhere, and had boarded the train at a southerly station. Now he was at the northern station–the end of the line. I heard him inquire about the cost of a cab – close to 100 euros. I walked away figuring the train personal and he would not welcome or need my input into finding a solution.