Had she lost her mind? That was the most amazing crazy, dumb-ass stunt she had ever pulled...! It wasn't until she was sitting at her computer in the small office above the warehouse, that the utter stupidity of what she'd done hit home. Why the hell? She took a deep breath, focussed on the computer screen and tried to type in the details from the order form that was sitting on the top of a pile on her desk. She stopped, because there were three typos in the first two words. She took another breath and reached for her coffee cup, noticed that her hand was shaking.<br/><br/>What if... Her mind was whirling with "what if"s. What if the woman called the cops? What if someone else had seen and called the cops? What if the woman had a son who was a big bastard, and he came after her? She goggled suddenly, attracting attention of others in the office. Her supervisor asked if she was alright. She nodded mutely, then smiled and said she was fine, she just had a weird experience on the train this morning. Her supervisor nodded understandingly and said sue understood and unfortunately there were some weird people about and she was not to put up with any funny business. If it came down to it, she should pull the emergency handle and stop the train!<br/><br/>She nodded, managing to smile, all the while thinking<i>What if she had? What would I have done? I would have been arrested, thrown in prison...</i>And then she remembered. Brain aneurysm. It had been exciting. It had brought some excitement to the dull life of a dull woman too. And if she were arrested, well, she had a perfect defence... Diminished responsibility by virtue of having a terminal illness. She could drop dead at any moment. And, she realised as she took another deep breath and heard the blood hammering in her ears, she probably would if she didn't calm down. She fished in her backpack for the tablets the doctor had given her, dropped the bottle on the floor, picked it up. Her hand was shaking so much she couldn't open the bottle.<br/><br/>It was taken from her, opened and a tablet placed in her hand. She smiled in gratitude, popped it in her mouth, reached for her coffee again only to almost spill it. Again her supervisor helped her take a sip so she could swallow. The tablet disolved rapidly in her stomach and the sedative absorbed quickly into her bloodstream. She began to feel calmer in a few minutes. It had been a stupid thing to do. Great fun, but stupid. She wouldn't do it again. No. Never again.<br/><br/><br/><br/>Next morning, after a good night's sleep, she was on the train again, standing in her usual corner by the door that she would exit from when it arrived. Watching the dull, grey, people. Fifty shades? HAH! There were barely five shades of grey, all of them dull, dead, in need of some life. The girl with the red hair was wearing a lemon yellow wool sweater, and an orange chiffon neck scarf, along with lime-green slacks. She was feeling citrous today, that was her excuse and she was sticking to it! The train stopped for the last time before the city terminus. It was fast from here, and from here it was packed solid. The space in front of her was suddenly filled with a body.