I chased him across the tracks just east of Jamaica station. He was fast, and jumping over the electrified rails made me feel like I was in some sick video game. The station was quiet at 3AM, not that I could tell over my heaving breaths or pounding chest. A loud horn cut through, though. Shit, I thought as the 3:02 was fast approaching on the far track which he effortlessly just cleared. If I didn't make it, I'd lose him. Or end up on the morning news...
My legs were burning, but I had no choice. I had to make it.
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