transit station, watching the rhythmic pulse of the city below. The atmosphere was heavy with the scent of rain and the distant hum of commuters heading home. Beside her, Anthony Jones

adjusted the collar of his coat, his gaze fixed on the digital display of arriving trains.

"The schedule is off today," Anthony remarked, his voice steady against the backdrop of station announcements.

"Maybe," she replied. "But it's better than just being a passenger in your own life."