The elevator doors open on the Underground Subway. Dim lighting and forgotten trash adding to the forlorn and abandoned atmosphere.

As a train zooms by, you make your way to a rusty bench; paint peeling off and the reddish-brown rust coating the joints.

You supposed the wait would be longer than a few moments, so you decided to get comfortable.

... maybe TOO comfortable.

Because the next thing you knew, you could feel your pockets become lighter.