He sat staring at the person in the train stopped at the station going in the opposite direction.

She sat staring ahead, never noticing that she was being watched. Both trains began to move
and he knew that in another timeline or in another universe, they had been happy together.
It was a rat's nest. Not a literal one, but that is what her hair seemed to resemble every morning
when she got up. It was going to take at least an hour to get it under control and she was sick
and tired of it. She peered into the mirror and wondered if it was worth it. It wasn't. She opened
the drawer and picked up the hair clippers.
The words hadn't flowed from his fingers for the past few weeks. He never imagined he'd find
himself with writer's block, but here he sat with a blank screen in front of him. That blank screen
taunting him day after day had started to play with his mind. He didn't understand why he
couldn't even type a single word, just one to begin the process and build from there. And yet, he
already knew that the eight hours he was prepared to sit in front of his computer today would
end with the screen remaining blank.
They rushed out the door, grabbing anything and everything they could think of they might need.
There was no time to double-check to make sure they weren't leaving something important
behind. Everything was thrown into the car and they sped off. Thirty minutes later they were
safe and that was when it dawned on them that they had forgotten the most important thing of al