The Plan
11:13 am
Birds could be heard chirping as a faint mist covers parts of the city. The sun, shining brightly through the mist, like a beam through the fog. The mist was on the bathroom window's glass, as the fog made it difficult to see through the window. The door to the apartment opens and Michael walks out the door with Hannah behind him. Michael is wearing a red zipper sweater, with white drawstrings, and a black t-shirt underneath that displays a message. "Err 404: T-shirt not found!" It displayed. The rest of his attire is of black sweatpants with two white lines going from top to bottom, and a pair of white and black running shoes. He held a medical kit and a wet washcloth that has a bloodstain on it in his left hand.
Hannah, who is following him, is wearing the same thing as always. The two walk down the stairs and towards the landlord's office. When they got there, he knocks on the door. The door opens and the landlord, once again, reveals themself. "Michael, we have to stop meeting like this." The landlord said, half-jokingly. "Thank you for letting me borrow this and the washcloth." Michael said, holding up the medical kit. He looks at it and grabs the bottom of it, taking it off of his hands. "Your welcome and next time be more careful." He said, scolding the 25-year-old. He notices Hannah standing behind him "So you're the one Michael's been helping?" He said. They make eye contact before she hides behind Michael's back.
Michael looks at Hannah as he feels her getting close behind his back. "Don't be shy Hannah, it's okay." He said, trying to reassure her. She hesitates as she's unsure what to do, as she takes glances at the landlord's clean-shaven face and piercing eyes. "He's not like Nami, I've known him for a few years." He informs her. She slowly reveals herself from behind her hiding place and looks him in the eyes. "H-hi, my name is H-Hannah, Hannah Robinson." She said, greeting him. The landlord kneels down and looks her in the eye. "It's nice to meet you, Hannah. My name is Grant Harrison. My friends call me Harry." He replied. "My friends call me Anna." She said, warming up to him. He notices her bandaged hand.
It was wrapped in bandages after Michael had used the washcloth and clean the wound. "Anyway, Hannah and I have some shopping to do." Michael said, trying to end the conversation. "Where to?" Grant curiously asks. "We're going to find some clothes for me." Hannah said. "Sorry to cut this short but, we should be going now, or else we might miss the train. I'll talk to you later Grant." Michael said, more confidently, ending their conversation. He looks at Hannah. "Say goodbye to Grant, Hannah." Michael told her. "Goodbye Harry." She said as she waves her hand to the landlord as the two of them start to leave. "Bye!" Grant replied as he waves back, before closing the door.
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11:31 am
The two arrive at the train station and they wait at the platform with other strangers. Music plays on the intercoms, laying music from a radio station. As Michael waits for the train, Hannah takes in the new sights that are her surroundings, while they both wait for the train to downtown. While looking around in amazement, Michael notice's Hannah's expression. "Have you been on a train before, Hannah?" Micahel ask. Hannah shakes her head. "Are you nervous?" Michael asks again. Hannah nods her head. He looks at the train tracks for a brief moment and looks back at Hannah, only for her to disappear. Michael blinks and quickly looks around, concerned about where Hannah went.
He takes a few steps away from his position, as his heart starts to beat only to find Hannah standing in front of a girl playing a soft, melody on her guitar. The guitarist is a girl with brown hair, and eyes, wearing an open jean jacket and a white t-shirt. Her denim pants were ripped, especially around the thigh and knee parts of the pants. Beneath her is a guitar case that has change and 10 bills inside it. The bills were either 5's, or 10's, as some were crumpled and others were somewhat straight.
The guitarist is playing an acoustic version of a song and doing very well as well. She sees Hannah and nods and starts to sing the song as she plays it. "Hannah." Michael said getting Hannah's and the guitarist's attention. "Don't run off like that again." Michael said raising his voice a little as he was scolding her. She looks down and as she's saddened by his scolding. "I didn't think I was going far." She said in a quiet voice, that could barely be heard. Feeling bad about what he's done, he reaches into his pocket. "Hannah, close your eyes and give me your hand." Michael said, in a calmer, and lower voice.
She closes her eyes and raises her hand, waiting for the punishment that Michael would give her. She felt multiple small, round and cool objects in her hand, as it is placed in her palm. "Open your eyes." Michael said. She opens her eyes, revealing a couple of coins in her hand. She looks at them and then at Michael. "If you like her music then you can give her some change." Michael said. "Thank you." She said. Hannah turns to the guitarist and carefully puts the coins in the guitar case. "Thank you, Hannah." Said the guitarist. The intercoms play a loud noise, getting Michael's attention. "The 11:35 train for downtown has arrived." The intercoms said as the train comes in. The doors open, and Michael looks back at the girls, as they just finished a conversation.
"Our trains here Hannah." Michael said as he grabs her hand and they walk to the train. Hannah waves goodbye to the guitarist, who waves back, as the two are slowly getting on board, due to the number of people trying to enter the train. The two get on board and take their seats near the middle of the second-class compartment. Hannah sits on the window seat, while Michael sits in the aisle seat. After everyone is settled, the train starts to move and as it leaves the station, Hannah looks out the window, as the train leaves the station, and Michael closes his eyes, nodding off to sleep.