The mobster groaned mumbling how lousy this place is. Sure he was right to feel so, being stuck with a bunch of strangers stranded in who knows where was tough but he seemed dirty and strange almost. His burly frame spread along the couches on the train like a drunken father lazy and disgusting as he sat angrily, malice along his ghoulish face his eyes catching you, quickly looking away as he scoffed quietly as if looking at you was taxing on him.

“This damn train better get a move on..”