The Victoria line, midnight. A train pulls out of Oxford Circus, heading north.
Eye contact.
"Aaron?"
"Sean. Shane! I had a moment remembering your name..."
"Dave."
"Sorry, I had you confused with somebody else there. How are you?"
Identity established, conversation ensues.
A stranger smiles, happy with his new story.
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