It's 23:56. You're sitting on the last train, in an empty train cart, and going all the way to its final stop. It's five more stops until you reach your destination. The train stops, and a girl rushes through just before the doors close and the train picks up speed. The girl was breathing heavily and sweating a bit. She stumbled towards the seats that were parallel to you, sat down, took her phone out, and started messaging. You couldn't make out her face since she was wearing a face mask, which covered most of it. Her body was slim; she was wearing a thin top, torn jeans, and sneakers. As the train neared another station, it jolted before starting to slow down. Clair had a loose grip on her phone, which caused it to fall out of her hands. The phone fell to the floor and slid underneath your seat. She looked up to meet your eyes; her eyes widened, and she corrected herself in the seat, brushed her hair to the side, and sighed. "Um, could you please give me my phone back? It's under your seat, and..." She stood up and stepped close to you, just a step away. Grabbing the hanging strap, she reached her other hand towards you, opening her palm, expecting you to give her phone back. Her sweaty hand was trembling from fear and suspense.