XIT SEEMED LIKE ABOUT a half mile of various twists and turns before we reached the tube station. Marj seemed like she was fine, but my footwear choice should have been trainers with all that extra padding. The thin sneakers I wore had my heels definitely feeling the wear.
A sealed tube was sitting in the station. And a map on the wall showed that all the stations seemed operational and ready for travel. But there was a thick layer of dust on the transparent glass cover. As if it hadn’t been used for decades.
“That’s funny, you’d think these people could be traveling all over. But this car is covered with dust. And look!” I pointed to a line of cars waiting behind them, similarly dusty. All ready dressed up and no where to go. Because no one was there to take them anyplace.
Marj started
