So today I want to talk about the greatest woman I ever met.
Smart.
Funny.
Caring.
Special.
Proper special.
Where do I start?
OK...
I've mentioned this on here before.
I'm pretty much not an idiot.
I'm actually a capable guy, considering.
But I'm 19,
and cos of the thing I told you before,
I can't yet ride a bike.
- Who says you can't? - Me, Nan.
We keep trying this.
And we'll go on trying till it's done.
Now keep your eye on Grandad.
- You mean Graham. - Keep your eye on Graham then.
Three, two, one.
Go! Go on!
Go on, Ryan!
You're doing it, mate!
Nearly.
No. Not nearly!
I'm sick of coming up here, I'm sick of falling,
and I'm sick of this stupid bike.
Ryan Sinclair, don't you dare!
Mate, you rode it for a second.
Can you stop calling me mate?
Anyway, a second's not enough.
You'll do it, if you keep on trying.
I just want to make you proud.
You make me proud every day.
Anyway, you're on your own getting that bike,
cos our train leaves in 20 minutes.
Come on, love.
Police... maybe.
She smashed it with a hammer!
Cos you keyed me nearside door!
Because you parked in my spot!
It's not your spot. There ARE no spots.
Ladies, please!
Thank you.
Can I suggest a simple solution?
You pay for her cracked window, you pay for her scratched door,
and we all agree that parking round here is a nightmare
but that grown-ups really shouldn't need to call the police
to sort it out for them.
Now, if we're all agreed on that,
there's no need for me to take any further police action
and we can all get on with our lives.
What do you reckon?
I'm just saying, I am capable of more than parking disputes.
And I keep telling you don't run before you can walk.
You're a probationer, Yaz. Learn the basics.
I want to do more!
Can you not get them to give me something that'll test me?
Something a bit different.
There is something that just came in...
If you want different.
And you say you just found it here?
No, I said it appeared... out of nowhere.
- Right. - I swear. This isn't a prank!
I came down here to get my bike.
- And where's your bike? - In that tree.
Name, sir?
Ryan Sinclair.
- Wait. Redlands Primary? - Yeah!
- Yasmin Khan! - Oh, my God! Yaz!
I know!
Look at you. You're a fed!
Yeah. We don't call it that.
I'm still training - second year probation.
What about you, what you up to?
- Warehouse worker. - Oh. Right.
- Like it? - Hate it.
It's cash while I study for my NVQ.
- Trying to be a mechanic. - That's good.
You have to take this away, though. Seriously.
It's going to be dark any minute. You can't dump this here.
I didn't, I can't even lift it.
Oh, come on, Ryan. It's me.
- Touch it. - What?
See? It's freezing.
The next station is Grindleford.
Do you ever think he's going to call me Grandad?
Give him time.
Three years we've been married.
And you've never been happier!
Can't keep his hands off me, love.
- Behave yourself! - Never!
- You all right, love? - Think so, yeah.
- What just happened? - Where you going?
Just having a look.
What're you doing?!
- Don't go on t' track, it could be live! - Get off of there!
Graham! The doors just locked! We're shut in.
I can't get them open.
Something's wrong.
I think something's coming down the train.
Right, get away from the door.
Grace, get to the back of the carriage. Get to the back!
Wait, one sec.
- Hiya, Nan. - Ryan, love.
Our train's stopped between Hathersage and Grindleford,
and something really weird's going...
Everything all right?
Nan?
Grace, get back.
- What is it? - I've no idea.
What?
Should buy us a few seconds.
Oh, yeah. Long story. Tell you later. Doors?
Locked shut.
We'll see about that.
No sonic!
Empty pockets.
- I hate empty pockets! - It's coming back!
What are you?
OK, you don't like questions. More the private type, I get that.
Get it away from me!
All of you, stay very... still.
It's going to kill us!
It could've done that already.
- Nan! - Ryan, stay away!
Oh, my God!
You three, relax, but stay put.
I'll check the rest of the train.
Fat lot of use you two were.
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