It always happens on a subway. That strange jolt of a glance. A wink or a smirk. The draw of the curiosity that killed the cat, and the hope for the satisfaction that brought it back. What once was a stranger becomes someone you share a moment with. Maybe its the spite of the universe, or some sick, twisted happenstance of fate, but no matter what, you're curious. So you follow. Curiosity killed the cat, but there is no satisfaction to bring it back. Not this time. And it always happens on a subway.