The subway platform in the basement of Union Station is a strange space. Sometimes, it feels like being in the space between two worlds. It's 2:30 AM on a weeknight, and the only waiting passenger is a 16 year old kid. He's had a rough night. In the past 12 hours, he'd been beaten (twice), slashed with a broken wine bottle, fell down a hill, and got shot at. He's lost his home, his family, his friends, and nearly his life. As the adrenaline that's kept him alive that night finally crashes, he's overcome with exhaustion.

The next train won't come until dawn. He has plenty of time, but not much to do with it. He has nothing to his name, but his thoughts. He's stuck in that space in-between worlds, without a destination. Maybe this little moment of peace will finally help him understand where he needs to go...

Art by . Damn, I really gotta get back to writing that novel...

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