Let’s see. [Jamil squints at the map.] The tourist information kiosk might be helpful, then. [Somehow Jamil doubts this. It wouldn’t be able to explain all the weirdness with the trains and his memory, now would it?

Back on the map, Jamil traces the white line going north with his finger.]

You’d take the north exit from the station, then head in this direction. Then you see that blue marker, with the “i”? The kiosk should be there, next to city hall.

[Which probably won’t be too difficult to spot.]

The kiosk should have some answers.

[Hopefully.]

Would you like to go together? [Jamil would like to see what answers the kiosk might provide, too. Although they’ve only just met, of course.]

I’m Jamil, by the way.

[At least he’s officially introduced himself. Now it’s a little less weird, right?]