Jamie hadn't quite realized that he was staring. He was sure that he knew it in the back of his mind, but it wasn't until the man he'd been staring<span style="font-style: italic">at</span>turned in the direction of himself and the young, rather rebellious looking girl near him. He should have broken his stare when he'd had the chance, as now that the man had turned toward him it felt near impossible to do so.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"This will be your last chance to back out of this business. I can't say for sure that you haven't already raised attention. Gods know just being here may be enough for you to have aroused something nasty that will follow you like your own damn shadow. If you had no idea of what I was talking about before and just wanted to take a train home It would probably be better for your health and sanity to take a cab instead. Not that I really think any of you will back out now. Something inside you knows that you have to act sooner or later even if your conscious thoughts are running though how insane my words are."</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Mental. Absolutely mental.</span><br/><br/>Jamie listened intently in spite of himself, though. It was almost like listening to one of Darren's speeches in a way, though at least Darren wasn't so completely full of it.<span style="font-style: italic">'Something inside you knows that you have to act sooner or later'?</span>No, something inside of him just wanted to take the train for some odd, unexplained reason. Even if he was just taking the train on a whim, it didn't mean that something inside of him felt he needed to<span style="font-style: italic">act</span>, and certainly not in the way that this man was describing. And it definitely didn't mean that something was going to follow him around like a shadow, either. It just meant that something inside of him was probably sleep deprived and too easily influenced by horrible co-workers. That's all there was to it, no more, no less.<br/><br/>The screech of metal against metal broke Jamie from his inner ramblings regarding a certain<span style="font-style: italic">pragmatic individual</span>and he stood to meet the train as it halted at the platform. He strode toward the car directly in front of him, as did a few others including. As he made to step into the train car, another voice spoke up.<span style="font-style: italic">"Should we be boarding this train?"</span>Jamie turned his head in the direction of the new voice, a tad taken aback when he trailed it back to what appeared to be a pastor, judging by his attire.<span style="font-style: italic">"I don't think it's the one that was attacked - but even if it were, shouldn't we search between the stations for clues?"</span><br/><br/>Oh no. Not another one.<br/><br/>Exhaling deeply - he was never one for<span style="font-style: italic">sighing</span>- Jamie entered the car and dropped down to a window seat, digging in his coat for his phone and headphones, putting them in and leaning to the side, content to resting his head against the ice-cold window and tuning the world out.