The Commute 1.1

The woman grabs her mobile and somehow manages to call in work. She laughs she’s going to be late. She’s going to be far worse than that thinks a baby in a pushchair who is pointing at her with his mitten. The man of white electric hair steps over the umbilical chord still connecting the mother and child and continues to twitch and click his way down the aisle. He is trying to find his memory but simply can not remember which station it may be.