Return to Darkness (Cont.)

Walk out the door:

Staring blankly at the room about you, the only clear path is straight out the door onto the street. The sun is rising now. Its reflection off the glass of the street illuminates the road with a soft orange glow. Pausing you stare into the reflections and watch the rays of sun slowly shift on the window panes. The radiation moves like the tides of water, sliding and sloshing across the open surface of glass. Someone brushes past you knocking you out of the tranquility of your daydream. Feeling your pockets you find a small match book, waterlogged but the text still clear, it reads : Pulse Bar 51st NYC. Tucked inside it is a train ticket stub, the timestamp is all but worn off, all that readable is that hour and minutes, 2:37. It states that station of origin is Grand Central Station.