A lot of things happened very quickly. 


 Shouting, screaming, banging, blood [i]everywhere[/i]. Kate didn’t think she’d ever seen so much blood. On the policeman (could he really be called that anymore? He’d just drawn a gun on a group of, mostly, unarmed civilians.), on the other man, on the people who’d been standing near the man who- it was all dark though. Dyed brown by the dim lighting. Her fingers tingled, it was on odd sensation. Somewhere in the distance, there was a soft thump. Her bag had slipped of her shoulder and fell to the floor. The seam had split. Spilled pens and dog-eared textbooks across the concrete. 


She blinked. In the distance, there was a sound like thunder. People saying things that possibly mattered? She couldn’t tell. Lights. It felt like the floor was shaking, even though it clearly wasn’t. She saw Saffron move- onto the tracks. He had his phone out, why did he have his phone out? Kate searched her pocket numbly for her own. It wasn’t there. It was in her bag. On the floor. Why was her bag on the floor? There was blood on the floor, if she left her bag there it would get blood on it. Could you get blood out of canvas, or was it like red wine and white carpets?


 The not-thunder was louder now. Deafening. Saffron was on the tracks. Anni was running- jumping down- on the tracks. The thunder was deafening. The thunder was a train. Oh god. The thunder was a train and they were all on the tracks. She had to stop them. Had to stop this. How could she-


Running again. She was doing a lot of running, running tripping falling-


Light.


Warm air, the smell of flowers and grass, [i]sunlight[/i]. They were underground, in the middle of the night, how-? 


She collided with the ground with a soft [color=81FFF0]“oof!”[/color], spikes of grass digging into the bare skin of her arms. That was right. She’d been falling. Must have still been falling when… whatever that was happened. It was bright, and her eyes ached, white-hot spots burning onto her retina as they adjusted to the sudden change in lighting.


This was insane. Actually insane. Completely, utterly, nonsensical. Maybe she’d hit her head. Maybe this was some weird near-death-experience-phenomenon… thingy majig. She looked up, noticed the others. That guy who’d- the police officer, the one who’d attacked him. Anni going towards him, helpful and sweet as ever, and probably about to get herself killed. [i]Again[/i]. Had she forgotten about the gun? The one currently [i]still in his hand[/i]? Yes, he’d been hurt, but now, he looked fine. More than fine. That man was dangerous. 


 She picked herself up, quickly dusting herself off and storming towards them, [color=81FFF0]“Hey! Don’t you talk to her! You can’t just threaten to shoot people and then pretend like it didn’t happen!”[/color] She came to a pause a few metres away from the officer, Keahi had he said his name was? She placed her hands firmly on her hips, slightly out of breath.  She then noticed that his gaze was elsewhere - on the man that had attacked him. Oh god- that had all happened hadn’t it? 


She paused, realising that she had, once again, confronted someone she knew to be dangerous. Right next to a someone else that she knew to be dangerous. Oh god. What was she- her heart stuttered, she let her hands fall to her sides, breath catching- no. She wasn’t doing this now. She felt her jaw set as she whirled on the other man.


[color=81FFF0]“And you! What do you think you were doing! Attacking someone like that! Not that he didn’t deserve it off course, but that’s just… that’s just….” [/color]