Before the sunrise, she is already on her way. She makes her way down to the basement car park. Without wasting anytime, she dumps her backpack into the car, brings the engine to life and spins her way out of the car park.
She speeds on, not stopping for the red lights on the empty streets. She takes a quick stop at the convenient store for some food supply and she is off again.
The roads are dark and her windscreen dusty, making it hard to see. It is a straight road all the way to the bridge. She could see the dotted streetlights of the bridge getting nearer. She keeps right towards the elevated highway. Excitement grasps her when she realises that she was about to cross the bridge and away from the island.
She increases speed.
She takes a left turn into the train station. She parks her car, retrieves her stuff and makes her way up to the platform.
She takes note of theTV screen for her train. It shows Train 1 · 8.00am · Platform 1.
The train conductor finally opens the gate at 7.40am.
She boards the R6 coach as stated on her ticket and found her seat at 8D. Window seat, her favourite.
The train departs sharp at 8.00am. So her journey southbound begins . . .