October 27th, 2010 -- "row eight, seat six"
The spotty rain of that Sunday morning sprayed the window of the train in broken, diagonal streaks against the green-gray sky that smelled like lightning. It was a tired ten in the morning, and her legs were pressed up in sharp, numb bends against the squeaky dark blue of the seat in front of her. Tinny music came from the white buds leading in hoops to her ears. Next to her, a brown, leather bag hung open across the seat, showing books and a phone.
The train rolled in jerks to a slight stop, and she left, leaving a squeezed coffee cup in between the seat and the wall.
October 26th, 2010 -- "GET INSIDE!"
Agnes squeezed her head through the curtains at the last, possible second and pressed her head to the wall by the small, slot window in the green iron. She grabbed the handle of the slide and slammed it to the left with a clank. Outside, the event had begun.
"Please, Matthew! Quick! Quick!"