Tessa had her guitar case pulled tightly against her body as she pushed her way into the subway car. She glanced at her watch, not even processing what time it was, and slid into an open spot with her back against a wall. She got some funny stares because of the oversized case in her arms taking up too much room, but she didn't care. Tessa was used to getting funny looks. Either because she didn't look like she belonged, which most of the time she didn't, or because she was new.<br/><br/>The new thing was about to become something of the past. Even though she would be eighteen in only a couple of months her foster parents were talking about adopting her. Giving her a real family. The had already promised her that she could stay living with them while she went to college, of course that had been with a stern reminder she had to be going to college. The idea she'd get to go to college at all was impressively new. Her grades weren't exactly stellar so she had to start off at the local JC before she had any hope of getting into a four year, but she had admission paperwork in her backpack.<br/><br/>The excitement in her chest diminished slightly as she realized someone was looking at her still. She glanced around, trying not to be obvious, but it was hard to tell who was looking at her in the car full of people. The subway stopped and some people left and some people got on, but that feeling didn't leave her. Someone was staring. Tessa shifted slightly and looked out the window. Not that there was a lot to see since it was underground, but lights would pass, or a tunnel would open up and sometimes you could see something cool.<br/><br/>As the subway started moving again Tessa saw flashes of exactly what she suspected out the window. She was used to looking out at the underground of New York. They passed one tunnel and the flash of what Tessa saw was wrong. It was hard to explain, but Tessa knew what she had seen hadn't been New York. The light had been wrong. It wasn't a big difference, but it was big enough that Tessa felt the hair on her neck start to stand up. The feeling of wrongness was not helped by the fact that whoever had been staring at her was still staring at her.<br/><br/>The subway pulled to another station and Tessa felt her ears pop from the pressure difference. She had to get out of the subway. Tessa tried to make her way to the door, three stops before her own actual stop, but the doors were closed before she could get out. A small sense of panic started to set in. She felt trapped. Tessa pushed herself to right next to the door, it'd be the next one to open, and she'd be out of the train as fast as she could.<br/><br/>A few deep breaths later and Tessa felt better, even though the sensation of wrongness, and the feeling of being watched was still there. Tessa could feel the slight air puffs of the outside world as the train passed pillar or emptiness, and for a moment the air smelled foul. Then it was gone. The person next to Tessa didn't seem to notice. She felt like she was going crazy. Thankfully the train pulled into the station and the doors opened, but the doors on the other side of the train were opening. It was two stops before her usual stop, the doors were opening on the wrong side. Tessa was too stunned by that to even bother trying to make her way out of the car.<br/><br/>No one else seemed disturbed by the change in doors. No one else seemed to be bothered at all by anything that was happening. Tessa's eyes darted over the people in the car and it was almost painful to look at them. Like when you take your 3d glasses of during a movie. It was a more apt description than Tessa realized at first. Until she finally looked at the woman next to her. The woman was looking at her phone, but she had nose, and her eyelids were non-existent. The woman blinked and Tessa saw a thin membrane of flesh flicker over the eye and then it was gone. Tessa shivered and pressed herself next to the door that would open on her exit. Should open on her exit.