The story
Last summer I travelled to another city by train.
I arrived at the station forty minutes early.
I bought a coffee and sat down to wait.
When the train came, I looked for my ticket.
It was not in my pocket. It was not in my bag.
I looked everywhere, but I could not find it.
The train was leaving in five minutes and I was worried.
Then a woman near me said, "Is this yours?"
She was holding my ticket. It had fallen under her seat.
I thanked her and ran to the platform.
I got on the train with one minute to spare.