Charley claimed that there were three levels at Grand Central Station but no one was ready to believe. When Charley told his friend Sam about the Third Level at Grand Central Station, he analysed that it was just a “waking-dream-wish-fulfilment.” It was nothing but an attempt to escape from the harsh realities of modem life which is full of insecurity, war, fear, worry and tension.

At the Third Level everyone in the station was dressed like in 1890 or so. There were brass spittoons on the floor. The gas lights were dim and flickering. Besides this he saw a very small Currier and Ives Locomotive. People had beards, side-bums and funny mustaches. They used watches and had kept them in their vest pockets. They wore derby hats, four bottoned-suits with tiny lapels. Women wore dresses with leg of mutton sleeves, skirts to the top of high buttoned-shoes.

Charley went to the ticket counter for two tickets to Galesburg. He paid the currency of the present world which was totally different from 1890s world. On seeing the big notes, the clerk got stunned and he thought that Charley was trying to skin him. He threatened to get him arrested. Charley left and fled for old style currency.

When a new stamp is issued, the stamp collectors buy that stamp and use them to the envelops on the very first day of the sale. The

new stamp gets the post mark and the date. This is called the “first day cover”. The receiver never opens it because he knows that he has himself just put a blank paper in it. Charley found this type of cover in his stamp-collection.

One day Charley turned into Grand Central from Vanderbilt Avenue. He went down the steps to the First Level. Then he walked down to the Second Level. It was the place from where the sub-urban trains left. Then he ducked into an arched door-way heading for the sub-way. He was often lost from this place.