My hands were shaking, perhaps because of the train, but I think it had more to do with the words typed out on my screen. The strangers on the train had no interest in my panic, and yet each of them seemed to be staring right into my soul. I locked the screen and prayed that it would all just go away, perhaps the message wasn't real, or perhaps it would delete itself. I didn’t know the sender, but I knew what they indented to do with me, now they knew I was a double agent. There was no turning back now. I was alone, a solo woman on a solo mission, save my life. Maybe I would disappear as well, disappear from the train, from the city, from the world.

"No," I whispered. "There is no way." I had been discovered, and they knew who I was. This was worse than death itself. If they knew me then everyone did. It didn’t matter where I hid, they would find me. I knew I had to act, and act quickly, but where was I to go? I was on the train headed south to what used to be my home, this was no longer the case.