You run out onto the platform to watch the Underground train pull out of the station. You tut at the predictability of London. No matter how hard you try, you'll always be just that little bit late, whether it's a train or a meeting. You glance at the electronic timetable that hangs down from the ceiling. 8 minutes until the next train. It'll take 25 minutes- ish to reach Stratford, and then another 10 to walk to your flat. You glance at your watch. You might just make it home to catch [your fav TV show]. You sit down on the bench under the St. Pauls sign, as if you needed reminding which station you were at. You'd rushed straight from work so you took the time to compose yourself. You straightened out you [fav colour] coat, pulled your i-Pod out of your pocket and unwrapped the headphones. You sat back with a sigh and entered the world of decent music.
2 and a half good songs later, the Tube train pulled into the station. The platform had filled with more commuters, but thankfully not the crush that there would be at peak times. One of the few saving graces of working over hours. A beep resounded across the platforms and the doors opened, allowing all those present to alight the train. You sat down on the platform side and picked up a newspaper. You didn't care for present troubles or celebrity gossip, but you felt like challenging your brain and you set to work tackling the crossword. A man and a woman ran onto the train, just as the doors were about to close. They were a very odd couple. You didn't stare, but you took an interested glance in their direction. They both had dark hair, the woman had brown eyes and the man green. The woman slapped the man on the shoulder and said
"Don't run off like that again"
He ignored her and sat himself down opposite you. You pretended not to notice that he was looking at you. The woman sat down next to him with a huff, and folded her arms. The train moved off with a jerk and entered the tunnel. The man grew uncomfortable and began to pull at the hem of green T-shirt. The woman elbowed him which made him scowl in her direction. A small smile played across your lips but you quickly pushed it back into a straight face, twisting a strand of you [hair colour] hair round you finger. The train shuddered on the less than well-maintained line which made the man even more nervous. Suddenly, a high-pitched grating sound filled the carriage. You winced, but you were used to it. Travelling the same stretch of line every day for almost a year now and it still made you jump.
"Loki?" the woman asked
You looked up, and gasped.