It was a cold winter morning. Half asleep at the train station, I stared into the distance, watching for the train to take me to my 1 in Boston. The world was quiet. The very few people on the street kept to themselves, 2 their steaming cups of coffee.
Reaching into my pocket as the train was approaching, my numb hand 3 for the $20 bill to pay my fare. The pocket was empty! I searched through my bag and then I felt 4 .
