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It was around 9am- I was late as usual. The tube station was packed full of commuters like sardines in a tin. I was wearing my Versace black suit, I wouldn't dream of wearing it to work but today just felt special. You know how you just get that feeling, like there's no day but today?

There was definitely something strange going on. I could sense it as I climbed down the escalator in my heels- god I must have looked a right idiot.

Stood waiting on the platform I could see many people dressed like I was. All posh and primed to perfection, all for a morning at the office, hardly seemed worth it to be honest. But not really surprising for a weekday morning in central London. A little girl and her mother walked by. I smiled at the child, then turned to look down the track for my train.

'bloody typical' I muttered under my breath, gazing down the dark tunnel. The faces of the people stood around me seemed to agree, all of them seemed frustrated and irritable.

Eventually the train arrived and I managed to find myself a seat. Still feeling odd I sat down and turned on my pea green Ipod. Over the beat of the music I could just about hear the other people on the train. The whole point of the Ipod was so that I didn't have to, but one woman was screaming down her phone at one point- lord knows how she got any signal down here. Maybe that's why she was shouting.

About ten minutes into my slow journey to work, things began to get a little strange. I started to feel ill, I felt like death to be honest. I just wanted to get off.

'the next stop' I thought to myself. Little was I to know that the next stop would never come. My journey at a snails pace had reached a dead halt.

A loud and terrifying crash brought the train to a complete stop. Had we crashed? A sudden mixed feeling of curiosity and fear just seemed to take over. I sprang from my seat and raced down towards the front of the train. I can tell you now that I wasn't greeted with the smiling faces I had hoped for.

There was blood. Lots of it. There were shards of metal and glass all over the place. People were laying helplessly on the ground. I looked up while I supported myself on one of the doors. I noticed that the train's roof had been blown out and the whole place had been completely blackened by soot and dirt. This was the kind of scene I was used to reporting from. Not the kind I was prepared to be a part of.

Then I saw somebody I recognised. The small girl from the platform- she was stuck and screaming desperately for her mother. Tears filled my eyes but I knew that I had to try and hold them back for the sake of the people around me. They needed a hero. I slowly moved towards the small girl.

'shh' 'shh' I repeated as I got nearer to her. I pulled my mobile phone out from my pocket to use as a torch. It was hard to make anything out in the dark.

The child was still screaming and I was trying my best to calm her down. I noticed that her leg was bleeding heavily, so I wrapped my scarf around it and told her that she had to stay still.

After that I just felt helpless. Like I couldn't do much more. I sat holding the small girl in my arms, just wondering if anybody would find us. It was clear that we needed a miracle. I was glad that I had worn my best suit. Otherwise I wouldn't have worn it at all. The thought comforted me a little but I had become full of worry about what was to become of me and the Angel- the little girl. We sat just waiting. For hours.
'hush' I reassuringly whispered into her tiny ear.