No Belongings

Stacy shook her head back and forth in a futile attempt to dislodge a memory. What was going on? What was going on?!

Stacy grabbed her chin. Stop, she told herself. If there were other people in this car, they'd think you are nuts. There's a hell of a lot of time to get to a women's shelter or a police station or even a church before the sun goes down. This is New York and if you stay with the crowds, you should be safe. Once you got a roof over your head, you can worry about not remembering Jack Crap.

Stacy decided to chill and get off at the next avalabile spot. Even though there was plenty of light left, she shouldn't dawdle, she should get help as soon as she could.

The subway grunted to a stop and the doors opened. Stacy stepped out. The station looked sparkling new, as if it had just been built. To the left was a long escalator. It rose out of sight, the top blocked by the angle of the celing. To the right the path ended at some turnstiles. Past that were some shops angled around a fountain and yet another escalator less then three feet from a Subway Sandwhiches counter.

Stacy realized with a nervous shudder she had no idea which was was the best way to go...or something. The escalators didn't seem to lead up into daylight and she didn't want to wander down into a deserted hallway. She was, after all, a pretty woman.

1. Stacy goes left and up the escalator.
2. Stacy goes right and into the shop area.
3. Stacy nervously leaps back through the train doors before they close.
4. EARTHQUAKE!!!

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