Dark, cold and often puddle filled. The subway is old, but yet still in use. Walls drip with broken pipes, and are covered with graffitti and posters, not to mention most of the bricks and tiles are crumbling. Trains still rumble through, and generally on weekday early mornings the suits come through to rush along to work. All along the walls are old metal benches, and along the entire platform are two toilets down either end from each other. The neon sign that announces what train is coming died long ago, but still attempts to flash on creating only half words. Once a week a cleaner will come through, but they don't do much and at night the homeless find this a popular place to sleep, for now the workers have given up trying to chase them away. Trains stop coming through around sundown, and start early at sunup.