Chapter 317

The door creaked open and a gust of cool air greeted me.
I shivered and shrugged into my jacket.

Outside, the night was deep, everywhere painted with shadows;
blurry glowing lights floated on a canvas of black.
A cool breeze danced around me, filling my nose with crisp, sharp air.
A lonely car flitted by quickly like a ghost.
Tonight, the streets were quiet;
people sought refuge inside the warmth of their homes,
beneath christmas trees and bright colourful lights.

I found the train station easily and headed underground,
descending into a brightly lit interior.
White walls, white flooring, white everything.
A white Christmas perhaps.