that's the express [05]
Three wary figures make their way slowly down the spiraling staircase at the back of the library. Beneath them they can feel the electric pulse of the city, the hum of the subway, growing slowly louder. At length, the stairwell bottoms out into a landing, a small dirty hallway with graffiti-covered tiles lining the walls. A few candy wrappers waft across the ground like large, dying insects. There is a door at the end of the hall, and lights from the subway trains beyond flicker through it.
Chantal looks around. This isn't quite where she'd hoped to end up, but it might not be a bad place to hide and to get around the City. She points through the door. "Remember what I was saying about maps, Thorny? We don't have one, but we can look at the subway lines and see what we can find out from there. I'm not sure we ought to get on a train, though. It might end up with us getting trapped. What do you two think?"
She places her hand on the handle to the door and waits for their opinions before opening it. Beyond it a soft rumble and a few voices calling indicates the arrival of a train.
Chantal looks around. This isn't quite where she'd hoped to end up, but it might not be a bad place to hide and to get around the City. She points through the door. "Remember what I was saying about maps, Thorny? We don't have one, but we can look at the subway lines and see what we can find out from there. I'm not sure we ought to get on a train, though. It might end up with us getting trapped. What do you two think?"
She places her hand on the handle to the door and waits for their opinions before opening it. Beyond it a soft rumble and a few voices calling indicates the arrival of a train.