It's the afternoon, you're tired, the train rumbling on and on and on. You're wearing a simple black hoodie, fleas biting underneath it, your fur matted and greasy. You're nervous, eyes darting around. You left home for an escape, a refresh, but this feels almost worse. Key word almost. The train rumbles on, your phone too dead to play music, everything loud and obnoxious as an elephant burps loudly in the seat across from yours. You huddle up tighter, terrified, as the train slows down.