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As I got on to the Tube I felt an eerie presence. You know, that feeling like someone is here who shouldn't.
Against my instincts I sat down next to a women who was listening to her IPod. I could actually hear the music coming from it. Weird. She was old and didn't seem to be the sort of person who would listen to music at that sort of volume. Still...
"Ticket, Sir"
I jolted awake. When did I fall asleep?
"Sir, your ticket?"
"What? Why would I need a ticket?"
"You need a ticket to be on the train sir" said the man. As I looked up at the man I realised that he was wearing a queer suit. He had a chauffeur's hat, a dusty suit and a tie to match it. "Why are you wearing that?"
"Never mind that sir, I need your ticket"
"This is the tube, right?" I asked
"The what!?"
"The London Underground!"
"You're off your head mate! London! Ha Ha Ha! This is Manchester!"
It hit me like icy water. Those few words turned my life upside down.
That's when the train stopped