Where did all the people go?

I turned up at the train station this morning at the same time I do every day (I'm very much a creature of routine). Normally there are about a dozen or so other people standing on the same platform as me, with perhaps half as many on the platform opposite. The numbers fluctuate slightly from day to day as you'd expect, but there are always other people around. Except today. I found myself standing alone at a completely deserted station. I checked to make sure I was on time. I was. I checked that the train hadn't been and gone already. It hadn't. In fact the earlier train was late, so there should have been even more people waiting than usual.

I'm given to preferring my own company to being in a crowd as a general rule, but it's an eerie feeling standing alone when you're expecting a crowd. I was reminded of one of the multitude of films (most recently 28 Days Later) which feature a lone person wandering through the empty streets of city which should be bustling with life. It felt rather like the world had ended and I'd failed to get the memo.

I hate it when that happens...