Finally the train arrived at the platform with a painful screech. Despite his irritation from the loud noise, Finn sighed with relief, knowing the New York lines he was lucky that the train had only arrived ten minutes late. He might actually make it to work today. He stumbled through the crowd of people trying to force their way onto the train, aiming to get a seat. Sadly, he didn't manage. He ended up standing next to the door, looming over a young Hispanic looking woman. He knew he must look a right mess, blood stained David Bowie shirt, huge gash in his head, hair a mess... Wait, scratch the last one, it's always like that. In an awkward attempt to make it seem like he wasn't about to mug and or rape the her, he gave her a reassuring little smile, half hoping she didn't scream like the middle aged business man beside her looked like he was about to.