Saffron wasn't sure how much time had passed as he sat there, staring at the bag that had the mask. He wasn't sure what to do, and what was mere seconds turned into minutes, potentially hours? It was as if the concept of time was lost to him as he sat there, unsure of the voice and questioning what it meant by how he'd need the mask soon. [color=#ff9933] [i]I'm just going crazy, right? Stress and sleep deprived hallucinations, or something along those lines. There's nothing in the bag, I didn't hear her voice in my head... I'm just sitting here, waiting for my train to come, nothing more.[/i][/color] He did his best to convince himself that, but deep down he felt that it was just a lie. And yet what had happened couldn't be true. He certainly didn't buy any mask at the stores he visited...

As he glanced up from his trancelike state of thought, he was surprised to see how many people had found themselves into the subway. Or rather, he was surprised how he didn't notice them coming. And yet, as he looked around he could feel some sort of silent tension among everyone. Something was going on here, but... what, and more importantly, why?

He supposed he got his answer when the last girl arrived down the steps, being led by a familiar being who made Saffron's skin crawl. He sat there, stiff as a board as she walked towards the tracks, turning to face everyone and telling him things he didn't want to hear.[color=#ff9933][i] Ghost girl... the one from all the rumors. Shit, if that's true, then-[/i][/color]
[color=708090]"The train is coming, after all."[/color]
[color=#ff9933][i]The train I need to get home is...[/i][/color] Saffron wasn't sure how to react to his current situation, trembling ever so slightly as he stared blankly downward. This was it, wasn't it? This was how he was going to die. Hit by the very train meant to take him closer to his home... And he didn't even get to say goodbye.

[color=#ff9933][i]W-What's going to happen when I'm gone? Will he be alright? I-I can't just leave him, dammit! But, I can't even find the strength to move, let alone think clearly right now! I'm going to fucking die by some paranormal shit with the very train I was going to board, and all I can think about alongside that is why did I stay to shop?![/i][/color]

He couldn't comprehend how someone could be so calm as to ask questions to the ghost, as he felt himself that she would not reveal anything until death greeted them. He wanted to call the guy crazy, and yet here he was, terrified of the possibility that all of this was real. And it had to be real, they all couldn't be having some massive hallucination trip, right? He needed to find a grip on reality, or at the very least refuse to move at all. If he didn't leave this spot, he wouldn't be hit by the train and get killed, he could simply board it and get away from this situation and forget it like a bad nightmare.

It was only then that he heard a familiar voice nearby, causing Saffron to snap out of his despair and look up at Ascot. It took him a second to remember with all the thoughts buzzing through his head, and he blinked several times before recognizing the guy standing before him. He was a bit hard to miss, actually, as he frequented Johnny's to the point where everyone there considered him a regular. Saffron never minded him in the restaurant, and on occasion would make idle chit chat as he served him. Ascot said he was going to leave and that anyone who wants to do so should as well, but Saffron felt glued down to the place where he sat, shaking his head no out of nothing other than fear that moving would kill him. It was ridiculous, he knew that, but so was a Ghost girl rumor up until now. 

[color=#ff9933]"I can't afford to die or be taken, but I also can't afford to take a risk in leaving this spot."[/color] He stated rather bluntly, doing his best not to freak out and call Ascot insane for trying to leave. Of course, Saffron wanted nothing more than to get out of this situation as well, but the best way to do that in his eyes was wait for the train that he'd been waiting on already and simply, well, get on it. Stay still until the train stopped, jump on board, and forget this ever happened. That was his plan, and he swore he'd stick to it.