2000.
The colours jumped out as if they were screaming at me. I'm sure the railway station had never been this bright before. My eyes started to hurt.
The people swarmed around me like cattle. I felt crushed.
I had 23 minutes to wait. St Louis can't be too far. I needed some rest.
A large man asked the time.
"Just after half two"
I said.
He walked off without thanking me.
I stood. Waiting.
Looking around I notice all the people had gone. Disappeared. I started to shake.
The seconds on the huge clock continued to click.
Then, almost out of nowhere a grey man walked up to me and asked where I was going.
"St Louis"
I said.
After looking at his gold-rimmed watch he spoke.
"you'd better hurry"
"why?"
I asked. Scared.
"You don't want to be late."
He replied.
He walked away, leaving me alone.
I fell to the floor. The cold marble beneath me seemed to suck me in.
Lying there, looking at the ceiling I saw the grey man walking away.
I tried to stand, but fell.
I couldn't miss the train