She was ready to go, her eyes fixed on the slit between the doors. The train stopped, the doors slipped open and with a yelp she jumped out. She started to speed up, zigzagging between children and hopping over a suitcase. She prayed there was enough credit on her card. She had left her bag in the train, but she had taken her phone with her. In the distance the yellow pole loomed. How long had she been running, thirty seconds? A minute? Her path was blocked by two students, leisurely checking in. She dove between them and pressed her card to the pink logo with a desperate willpower, skidding to a halt. Tuut-tuut. Immediately she shifted her weight to the other side and focused on the white tail of the train. She started to speed up again. The conductor was all the way in the front, he probably couldn’t see her. He had started looking around, she only had a hundred meters left to go. He brought the whistle to his lips. On the whistle, she pressed the button, still blinking in bright green. The door slid open and she stumbled inside, breathing heavily. She made it.
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