The sky is slowly contracting. The clouds turn red, a dark, menacing red. Everyone quickly runs down the stairs to the train station to escape the approaching storm. I run down the stairs. Behind me I see a blond-haired woman who is desperately pulling her hair out. The one behind me pulls his hat lower over his face. Further back a man rushes down the stairs with long strides. More and more people come running to the stairs. I hurry up and step up a gear. I don't want to be out here when the storm starts.