Everyone here belongs to me. It is set in a universe that belongs to Marvel. There are a few pop culture references about stuff that don't belong to me.

Rated R for strong language.

"My senior students and I are having a few drinks after the play. Want to join us?"

"Sorry, sir. I have to get home before dark."

I took the wrong train.

"Excuse me, ma'am, but does this train go through the main station?"

"Why, yes."

I took the wrong fucking train!

Deep calming breaths, girl. There's still time.

Shit, is the sun setting already?

I'm in deep fucking trouble.

Deep breaths.

Please, please let this train get there quickly.

Main station, thank God!

C'mon, c'mon... yes! Just enough change.

Come on you stupid train, what's taking you so long?

Where's that train schedule?

"Here, see: next train comes by at... 7.06."

"Thank you, sir."

"You're welcome."

I have to get home before dark.

I have to get home before dark.

I have to get home before dark.

The train's here!

...

Oh God, the sun just set.

Fuck.

I can hold it for 30 minutes. I know I can.

I hope.

Knowing my damned luck, probably not.

Hell, I was stupid enough to get on the wrong train in the first place.

Wonder who'll freak out first when I start to change... the Chinese girl over there reading a comic book? Or her companion-- nope. Not her friend. Just got out at the first station.

Shit, the fingers already.

Steady, girl, steady!

Or would it be that kind old man sitting across the aisle? I hope not. He looks like a strict but nice kind of person, former soldier maybe. Helped me with the train schedule.

Maybe he's a former policeman and tussled with some mutie freak in the past.

I'm so dead if he is.

Maybe that girl over there with her boyfriend -- I checked, no wedding rings -- folding plastic straws into stars. The boyfriend's wearing sunglasses that look like the ones Lara Croft wears. She looks better with them.

Folding straws into stars.

Used to do that when I was a kid.

Focus! The nails are growing!

Stars.

Made out of cheap yellow plastic.

Focus on the stars.

DON'T LET YOUR BODY CHANGE.

Ten more minutes.

Little plastic stars.

She folded it wrong, and the guy's laughing at her.

Stars.

Reminds me of the last night I can look at the real ones with pleasure.

Just before my stupid fucking body changed.

Shit.

Don't. Think. About. It.

Stars.

Just look at the stars, and everything will be fine.

Don't fucking cry, you stupid woman.

Just look at the stars.

Pretend you're made of stone.

Look at the stars.

Yes!

Please God, let me get out of the station quick enough.

I can feel my bones starting to shift.

Finally.

I can let go now...

It's... painful... God!

You had to be born a mutie, didn't you?