He had started crying as the hostess walked away from them. "My dear wife" he was saying. "What would she do all by herself?". She thought the best thing to do would be to ask the security guards. She knew a few of them by name. She found one and asked to see the security camera footage of the train exit. He told her that it was forbidden for him to show those but when told about the situation he softened up. He had reason to. She asked Mesut whether he could call his wife but apparently neither Mesut nor his wife had mobile phones and they had never learned to use them. This made everything much harder and worse. However, Mesut did remember that he fell asleep after the train moved from the Izmit station and that would only leave Gebze for his wife to get off at. She, with the help of a few fellow personnel from the station made a call to the that station and explained the situation hoping that they would find the lady there. She asked Mesut who his wife would call if she was to ask for help from someone. He thought she would either call their home or their son. Yet there was of course no one at their home to pick up the phone and Mesut didn't remember the phone number of his son. "My wife carries our phone book at her purse" he told her. Yet he thought that numbers where also written at their home.



Though she disgusted her with her lacks of responsibility and respect both to their job and to this nice gentleman, she knew that the hostess was right when she told them that this was not her problem or responsibility. Neither was hers either. Yet after a thousand passengers she helped with their luggage, seats and countless meaningless complaints, it was the first time her help was actually needed. She was determined therefore to see it through. She found them a taxi and joined Mesut as they made their way to the house Mesut and his wife lived in Caddebostan. She didn't want to leave him alone. He told her that he was feeling guilty. "I shouldn't have slept" he was saying. She really wanted to help him, she thought he was a nice person. She had to admit, though they did not look or sound alike, something in his gestures reminded her of her grandfather that she loved so much.



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