Skratch as always kept to the roof, but the Wabbit loped out along the platform. "How shall we proceed?" asked Skratch. "You take the back," said the Wabbit. "Locate the box and retrieve it." "What about you?" said Skratch. "I'm hopping in the front," said the Wabbit. "Why?" said Skratch. "They won't be expecting me to come in the front," the Wabbit responded quickly. "They'll see it but they won't believe it. Whilst they rub their eyes in disbelief, the box will be ours. Don't open it whatever you do." Skratch looked down at the Wabbit "I still want to know what's in the box." "It really doesn't matter what's in the box," said the Wabbit. "The important thing is that there is a box. They have it and we do not have it." Skratch began to look glazed. "What colour is the box?" he asked finally. "Grey," said the Wabbit. "All boxes look grey in the dark," said Skratch and chuckled. "It's hot up here," he added. "Shall we synchronise watches?" "Five past tea time," said the Wabbit. "Five past tea time," said Skratch, "let's go!" "Be seeing you," said the Wabbit. Then they both vanished. And another little girl on the train said to her mother "I saw a wabbit and a cat synchronise watches!" The mother smiled at her proudly and lifted her and showed her all around. "Tell everyone about the wabbit and the cat you made up," she simpered.