It had been later in the evening when Jamie arrived at the station, mostly due to the fact that he had tried to talk himself out of it the entire way there. The library and station were fairly close together and he had somehow managed to procrastinate his arrival until the sun faded and the night air chilled him even through his coat. He pulled it tighter around himself and rubbed his arms through the material as he made his descent, mindful of the food, drink and whatever<span style="font-style: italic">else</span>littering the stairs. He didn't even know what had compelled him to attend the station in the first place. It wasn't as if he had needed to take the train home; he walked to and from work each day and if he should need to go anywhere else, that's what Darren was there for.<br/><br/>And yet here he was, standing in the belly of Amersham.<br/><br/>The station hadn't changed much since the last time he'd ridden the train. Invisible remnants of<span style="font-style: italic">something</span>still caused his shoes to stick to the platform and the same advertisements and graffiti alike adorned the walls, though perhaps there were more tags since he'd last visited. It was still the same, yet it felt so different. Colder, quieter, stiller. Devoid of patrons too, by the look of it. The station was all but empty with the exception of a few lingering train-goers that were scattered about, some in small mingling groups and others preferring to keep to themselves. Those in groups kept their voices low, preferring to whisper amongst themselves. In all the times that Jamie had visited the underground this was probably the first that he swore that if he'd dropped a pen, the entire station would hear it. He supposed he should have expected as much though given the current circumstances. Most people would be a bit deterred from taking the train after what happened, and Jamie could hardly understand why he was here himself. Sure, there were a few lingering patrons, but those who remained seemed a tad.. off. Not in the sense that there was anything horribly wrong with them, they just held a sense of peculiarity in their own right.<br/><br/>Jamie tucked the bottom of his coat under him and placed himself on one of the benches with one leg crossed over the other, looking over what few people there were. Far down on another bench to his left sat a rather slender, unkempt girl who had muttered something to herself. He couldn't exactly tell what, but he supposed he didn't care too terribly much. Further down from her was another woman, slightly older than the first and carrying a tenser air about her. The two of them looked like they wanted to be here just as much as Jamie, so at least they shared that in common.<br/><br/>Two other men caught his eye. The first was a rather large man in boots and a heavy coat not unlike his own. The second, a man in more luxurious attire with gold jewelry decorating his person. Jamie wouldn't exactly say that either of them were out of place- he'd seen stranger individuals on the train, after all- but there was certainly something about each of them that made him the slightest bit wary, especially when the man in the coat had begun speaking.<br/><br/>"Terrible news regarding those disappearances isn't it?" He didn't look to be speaking to any one person in particular, but more the group of people as an entirety. "I think its high time some pragmatic individuals decided to band together and do something about these kind of events don't you?"<br/><br/>'Do something about these events'? Was the man<span style="font-style: italic">insane</span>? Now was not the time- if there ever actually<span style="font-style: italic">was</span>a time- to form up against a bunch of terrorists. As horrible as the incident was, leave the police work to the police. There was no reason to put yourself or anyone else in danger to take down people who obviously had astounding capabilities. If they could abduct an entire car full of people then it's not like whatever handful of people this man could gather together was going to make much of a difference, provided he gathered anyone at all.<br/><br/>As if to prove him wrong, a woman approached him and offered nothing but her hand and a look of what Jamie would place as determination. She was pale, more so than himself, and held a certain grey, almost deathly air about her. And perhaps he was jumping to conclusions, but if she was buying into the idea of banding together against a group that had the abilities to take an entire car's worth of passengers unnoticed, then she was just as insane as the man in the coat.