Getting the last train into the city, late at night C/D

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You get plucked from the black night into this too-bright space. Only nowhere's open. You make to go about your business but the city is shutting down. It doesn't care that you're here. There's movement in the shadows. A dustcart performs an illegal manoeuvre in full view. People stand impassive in ones, at bus stops; or they scurry past, bent on the opposite of what you've just done. Men at desks in lobbies.

There's something unsettling about this.  For office cleaners and security guards it must be mundane; I find it otherworldly.

How do you plan on getting back from the city?

he will dissolve into the cityscape until it is he and he is it

Night bus. Or I live there. Maybe I'm picking up a car.

I know I've done this a few times that haven't been the beginnings of a late night out, but I can't think why. I remember shiny floors, open gates, streets without shelter.