Noon looked over his shoulder, a blinking exit sign had caught his attention. He allowed it to guide his gaze and corral his thoughts. So he peered, without thinking, up the stairway and out onto the noisy streets. The steps became fascinating to him; they were incrementally wetter, and towards the surface the rain water was beginning to pool.

“Hmm,” he said to himself. His worry was that somebody, maybe a misfortunate type, might slip on the slick steps. But, his thoughts came back under his control as he beat back the flickering neon’s influence. It was then that he remembered: nobody uses this damn station anymore anyway! ZCorp had seen its day, and the Jarrek/Rivers/Karde axis had long since completed its forgotten migration to the ether. In fact, ZCorp Towers were virtually empty, and Noon was waiting for the night train home after receiving his blunt redundancy notice.

“Oof, what a day.”