You walk Christine back to the pick-up point because you may be leaving her but you're still a gentleman. Besides, you of all people know how dangerous 2012 actually is.
You make your farewells just outside the platform.
"Maybe see you sometime," she says, but you both know, before the words are even out of her mouth, you won't.
You sigh. "Yeah, maybe," you answer, rubbing a hand across your forehead.
She looks as if she's about to say something else, but you smile tightly, take her hand, and give it a final kiss before you turn and walk away.