(Note to readers: This is NOT a Tom Hiddleston fanfiction, the character just is based on Tom Hiddleston. Thanks. There is also a picture of Brendon Urie on it for no reason at all.)
"Next stop is Piccadilly."
The soft shaking of the underground train blended with the different voices surrounding Thomas. The dim lights of the train flickered now and then, and the handles hanging from the ceiling swung violently from side to side. Thomas' hands sweated from holding the grubby metal railings in the stuffy, cubicle-like underground train. He held his briefcase at his side, the tag hanging off it, swinging in time with the handles. The train, packed with commuters of all sorts, rumbled on through the tunnel. Thomas looked around. A woman with her baby sat in a seat, cradling her baby. A big burly man with a bomber jacket was listening to music, the faint notes echoing through the full train. Slowly, a light at the end of a tunnel appeared and the train slid into the train station.
The platform had grimy yellow walls with tiles rimming the edge of all the walls, and a speckled beige floor. Thomas stepped out, taking a glance around. He could smell the smoke of the train mixed with the strong scent of coffee, and exhaled. Thomas looked at his watch, which was a souvenir from Switzerland, where he worked for several years. He scratched his neck and took a step forward. "Good morning Thomas." He slowly turned and saw a man beaming from ear to ear speaking to him. Thomas smiled back. "Nice to see you again Daniel." Thomas shook his hand and started walking next to him. "How are you? It must've been..." Daniel spoke, checking his watch, "563 days, 12 hours, 57 minutes and 3... 4... Seconds."
Thomas smiled again and turned to press the button on the elevator in front of them. The grubby silver doors slid open, their squeaking noise filling the station. Suddenly, someone pushed past them quickly from the elevator. Thomas quickly caught sight of that person, dressed in all black, none of their features recognisable. Daniel turned around to see where the person was going, but they were already gone. Strange, thought Thomas, I'm sure there was someone there. When he turned around to the elevator, he stood very still. "Daniel..." Thomas dropped his leather briefcase and backed away, a expression of horror plastered on his face. "Daniel..." There was no elevator in the shaft. All that hung there was the wires of the elevator, cut. A dead body hung from the wires, the ropes entangled round their neck and body. Daniel stood in shock for a while, then picked up his phone and dialled 999. "Thomas, get away from it, and make sure no-one gets near it." Daniel instructed, and put the phone back to his ear. "Police please? Yes, there's... a dead person in an elevator here. Okay, we're at Piccadilly Underground Station. Thanks- make sure you come soon, goodbye." Daniel put his phone back down and reached for the briefcase but Thomas picked it up before he could touch it. "I'm.. I'm fine." Thomas stuttered and sat in a seat nearby. Slowly, he heard the ear-piercing sound of police and ambulance sirens and policemen rushed in. "Thomas?"
