one o'clock

Nathan: Shhhhh! Shh. Just lay low man! We don't have far to go...

Blackie: I don't think this is such a good idea, Nathan.

Nathan: Look Blackie, we both agreed, we're getting a job and we're going to find a new place to live. Nothing wrong with the plan Blackie.

Blackie: I don't think you're listening to me - Nathan. This is as far as the train will go. It's the end of the line and we're now at Finch...do you really want to live on FINCH!!??

Nathan: ok ok, don't panic - there are options. We can stay on the train until we figure it out.

Blackie: Stay on the train. Nathan. I don't think you're hearing me. The next wave of crazy teenagers is due any minute now... oh god they're hear. They're probably going to set us on fire.

Nathan: Blackie you always exaggerate - always. Everything's fine. It's not even ...

Blackie: what?? not even what? ONE O'CLOCK??? Is that what you were going to say?
Because it is ...it is ...right now ...1 minute to one o'clock!

Nathan: Hmmmph. So it is. You are right my friend. It IS one o'clock. Ok so plan B.

Blackie: Plan B? what the hell is plan B?

Nathan: We get off now, at Davisville. You'll love it, it's French.