Five Minutes Of Doubt

Train journeys, wouldn't you say they're a breeding ground for daydreams? You look around; it would be a faux pas to speak! You're in a social vacuum with only your own thoughts. Streams of new data enter your cognition. An interchange of people getting on/alighting - "Who's this chick? What's her deal? She looked at me! What does she want?" With this in mind, enter Hannah Smith, with a filthy mind and some time to kill on the Victoria Line.