They found the tram stop without difficulty, the morning foot traffic giving them enough of a crowd to follow in the right direction without consulting the map every thirty seconds.
The stop itself was a covered platform set into the pavement. It looked like a bus stop back on earth. It even had a route board on the wall listing destinations and estimated arrival times.
Lukas checked it, confirming what the worker had told them.
"This is the one," he said, pointing at the route they needed to take.
And so they stood there, waiting. A few trams came and went, but they were not the one heading to where they wanted to go.
But four minutes later, the tram they were waiting for arrived, slowing to a stop before them.
They boarded, found seats near the window, and a minute later, were on the move, with the city moving past the glass.
