hollyjane
Jason hadn't stopped looking out since the day he was informed. He didn't know what he was looking out for, exactly. He wasn't even sure if anything was supposed to happen yet. All he was given was a set of red-rimmed headphones in the post. Was that the signal? Or was it just a wrong address - a birthday present delivered to the wrong house. But there was no card, not even a note. Something about it told Jason it was the sign. And as he looked at the man sitting next to him on the tube, his heart pounded in his chest. This was it. This was what everything had been building up to. He knew, from the first time he saw the red-rimmed headphones latched onto the mans ears. This was the man.