You 're a subway conductor and one day you realize no one has been riding your train for years . ( WP )

Once again I found myself waiting at the platform for passengers that never arrived. I took another drag from my cigarette, the glow from the embers flaring, and looked out the windows. Hundreds of feet of immaculate tile floor spread out to my right not a single piece of debris on them. The elevators leading down were silent, my mind supplied their familiar whir instead. Even the stairs stretching up and out of the station were left vacant, shoes had n't touched them in years now. 
 
 *What happened to the world? * I wondered. Long ago I had noticed the number of my passengers decreasing as the world grew crazier, until finally they stopped showing up completely. I never stopped coming here though. 
 
 Every morning I got up, showered, had my coffee with a light breakfast and came to the station. Car 7 was always ready and waiting for me. In turn I would spend the next eight hours waiting in it for someone to show. 
 
 Looking towards the tracks in front of me I could see a faint white light in the distance that elicited a sigh from me. It had been too damn long since I had been down this tunnel. Too damn long since anyone had been down it with me either. Briefly I wondered if the other conductors like me were having better luck. 
 
 Without meaning to I found myself humming to the song playing throughout the cabin. `` Commin' for to carry me home.'' I supplied as the song continued. 
 
 After taking one last look out over the empty platform I leaned back in the seat and closed my eyes. Pushing away the sadness that now clung to my heart every day. *Maybe tomorrow. * I prayed and let myself drift off to sleep. Johny Cash's voice wrapping around me.
