Kyle stops.  "Wait," he says to himself.  He reaches into his pocket again, then pulls out a decoratively colored map of London.  "OK, the nearest station is... here."  He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small booklet.  "So if the train is in that station as I get there and I make the transfer at the right time, I'll get to the Kew Gardens... forty minutes after they've closed.  While it's raining."  Kyle shook himself.  "OK, that was a bad idea.  Let's see, what's open at this time of night?"  He pores over the book, standing stock still and mumbling to himself.