03-26-2014, 03:48 PM
The climate of the metro car was held at a comfortable 22 degrees Celsius, so Jon took silent note of the seemingly out of place and random action of Dane suddenly putting on a pair of black leather gloves. Why now, and why with such apparent reverence? The snug pull of each finger in, ensuring a perfect fit, was as if the simple act of putting on gloves was done lovingly. How odd. And he was looking in the direction of those girls again. The vibe sent creeping tendrils of ice down Jon's spine.
The windows outside darkened as the train sped into a tunnel."Nice gloves,"
Jon said. "Do you by chance have a local glover? I have had the most difficult time finding gloves that fit my hands well."
That was at least true. it seemed nothing fit his short hands and rounded fingertips.
Jon felt a strange sensation in his gut. What was that? Suddenly there was a lurch, and the lights cut out. A woman screamed and there was a thudding noise, books or something falling to the ground. Jon was rocked, but not violently so. He came to realize the odd sensation was that of the train slowing, and it had now stopped entirely.
Emergency lighting flickered on overhead. Jon couldn't see outside the windows. So the train had lost power. Perfect -- if it didn't come on shortly, he would miss his flight. He reached for his Wallet, and it flickered to life. Why wasn't there a signal? They must be too deep underground for his particular carrier. Fantastic.
Jon stood and peered around the car."Is anyone hurt?"
he called out. He took off his spectacles, but the low light conditions didn't seem to help his vision either way. He'd have to walk around to better assess the situation. So he started to check on the other passengers.
The windows outside darkened as the train sped into a tunnel."Nice gloves,"
Jon said. "Do you by chance have a local glover? I have had the most difficult time finding gloves that fit my hands well."
That was at least true. it seemed nothing fit his short hands and rounded fingertips.
Jon felt a strange sensation in his gut. What was that? Suddenly there was a lurch, and the lights cut out. A woman screamed and there was a thudding noise, books or something falling to the ground. Jon was rocked, but not violently so. He came to realize the odd sensation was that of the train slowing, and it had now stopped entirely.
Emergency lighting flickered on overhead. Jon couldn't see outside the windows. So the train had lost power. Perfect -- if it didn't come on shortly, he would miss his flight. He reached for his Wallet, and it flickered to life. Why wasn't there a signal? They must be too deep underground for his particular carrier. Fantastic.
Jon stood and peered around the car."Is anyone hurt?"
he called out. He took off his spectacles, but the low light conditions didn't seem to help his vision either way. He'd have to walk around to better assess the situation. So he started to check on the other passengers.