黑色大衣沉默男子的深夜空蕩列車

It was 12:47 a.m. in London. The last train was empty… except for one man. He wore a black coat and didn’t look at me. The lights flickered. The train passed station after station… but we didn’t stop. I looked at him again. He had… my face. And whispered… ‘You missed your stop.’ The doors opened to a platform I had never seen. The sign read: ‘FINAL STOP.’ And then… I was alone.”