Cassy shoved her way through the crowd at the Sunrise Manor railway station. It was, in the way of most public places in the big city, an utter madhouse. At every window, customers were attempting to buy tickets by gesticulating wildly.
It always amazed her how much effort people put into travel. She never enjoyed the hustle and bustle of the city, and she thought momentarily that this strange behavior may very well have been a side-effect of living there – a madness inflicted by the tall buildings, and the rush of people with places to go, and things to do.
Her musings were broken – a number was called. It was now her turn at the window,