Vivienne arrived at the platform. It was quiet, unusually quiet. Of the many people she had expected to be at the station, she saw only a few dozen around her. Commuters, like she had thought, but there was something more to their energy than simple work stress. Vivienne took the opportunity that having so few travel companions gave and withdrew from their signals, despite their unusual qualities.<span style="font-style: italic">Have those lights started going out?</span>Vivienne thought to herself, peering upwards through the dim light of the station. She didn't recall the station being in such poor shape and so listless, not that train stations were normally extravagant.<br/><br/>A weight began in Vivienne's chest that slowly trickled up her throat. Light, at first, but it grew heavier and heavier until she began to hear the familiar thudding of a train coming up the tracks. The feeling grew overwhelming, tearing at her insides and filling her nostrils with a sickly sweet scent like aged split fruit. Her eyes lost focus and the platform faded away into blurry washes of colour as she envisioned herself standing on the track, unmoving and silently screaming until the train slammed into and crushed her body. A face Vivienne had not seen for many years appeared before her. A little boy, frail and smiling weakly, curled in a bed in a blue room. The room had the same weight, the same cloying scent. Vivienne stumbled back, eyes snapping shut to reset reality. When they opened, she found that the world had refocused, and she had already been standing well over a metre from where the platform steeply dropped off to the well-worn path of the train below. What she hadn't realized is that she had moved farther than she thought. As the train shuddered to halt, she found herself standing neatly in front of train car number three.<br/><br/>The others on the platform had already begun filing into the train cars as Vivienne set to calm her racing heart. She felt around tentatively for any form of comfort, to borrow feelings apart from her own, but it seemed that all those around her were filled with a similar form of unease. Her orderly confidence she had gained just moments ago in the library were gone, replaced with exhaustion and dread. Her footsteps were harried, wanting the journey to be over before it began. She would take a bath when she got home. A very long bath, with candles, and a nice book, and the light smell of lavender.<br/><br/>The train took off more smoothly than it had stopped, as if it were a gentle ghost fading back into the shadows. Closing her eyes once more, Vivienne let out a rattling breath. If she didn't feel the familiar train seat beneath her and hear the swaying of the cars as it passed through the unusually dark evening air, she would guess that she were in a morgue.