[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/Pn0RAtd.png[/img][/center]

[center][h1] The City of London [/h1]

[h2] 5:00AM - Your last day of You. [/h2][/center]

[url]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JveR2Qfvq-I&t=10s[/url]


It rains frequently in London, as, indeed, it does in the rest of England too. Dark clouds, heavy rain, and the faint rumble of thunder in the distance to mark the approaching of the storm, strong and vengeful as storms are. The rain fell as hard and fast as ever when you woke up that morning, to the faint buzz of your phone, notifying you that you'd received a message. 

It was cold, unusually so. The air had taken on a unique, uncharacteristic chill, and your phone buzzed again as you got up to check it - two messages, now. The rain kept falling - as rain does - and the world kept turning as your phone buzzed a third time, and a third message was delivered. These messages were all from the same person, but you knew that already. In fact, you could almost tell their content before you read them.

A time, a place, and the instruction to bring what essentials you would need for at least a short time away from home.

The rain came down harder as your suspicions were confirmed, and the full text appeared on your screen.

[i]"By 5:30AM, arrive at Liverpool Street station. Failure to be punctual will be met with consequences. Bring one spare change of clothes only, sanitary essentials, and the other bare necessities such as prescribed medication. Do not disappoint us."[/i]

Half an hour is simultaneously a great span of time, and no time at all. Especially in the city of London, much can happen in even as little as a few seconds, let alone an entire half hour - and yet, despite this, public transport is still public transport, and half an hour does not leave much room for error in reaching London Liverpool Street, no matter where you're travelling from, when you consider the fact that you have to at least get dressed first. So much space in which to make so many mistakes, too. Even a few minutes lateness could easily be your doom.

In the time you spent thinking about all this, an additional two minutes have passed.

28 minutes remain.

Better get moving, kids.