The constant sound of people circulate around me, figures dash around and cut across paths to get where they want to be. I think about stopping but mentally vote against it and decide to move along with the traffic of humans. I glance up to see the faces of the non-stop commuters, but their faces are hard-faced and focused. I walk on for minutes, unsure of what I'm doing until I reach a quiet platform dotted around with random people. I stare at the steel tracks, with the cold harsh breeze blowing into my face, and close my eyes.
Suddenly I want to be at home, playing games, messing around, to be with the rest of my family being myself.
But it's too late, I know this now.
Jessica's words seem to flood back into my mind, "Don't think too hard."
I sigh and walk along the yellow strip alo
