We are all more fearful when we ride late at night.
Our fear makes us watchful and we take stock of every person who enters the train. Keeping track of others is easy when they are lit up by the neon lights that stretch from one end of the train and back and back again. Where is that man with the St. Louis baseball cap heading this late? Why haven't those boys with the headphones disembarked yet? They've ridden for an hour already. And how come she does not take that toddler home and put her into a warm bed?
We all ask these questions before determining that we are the only innocent riders on this train.
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