Jaffe held his breath and jumped down onto the track, carefully avoiding the third rail as he ran. He didn’t live this long to die that way. Behind him, their labored breathing, louder than his, could be heard. In moments, they were on him. Everything faded to black.

When he woke, he was on the ground in the middle of an amusement park. Japanese tourists walked by him, not noticing at the man in bloodied clothes lying on the floor. He sat up and looked at his watch. It was 2 days previous.

He still had time to warn everyone.