As the train rushes on the tracks at its usual pace, the sun peeks in through the dirty, writing-covered glass and embraces me. There is not a single blob of white in the sky, the wind is just right, and the sun has greeted me! On my way to work, I frequently think about the weather and if I dressed appropriately. Maybe I should think about this a bit earlier? No matter, today I have dressed perfectly. As I feel the perfect gust of wind through my loose blouse, I realize my stop has reached me--much quicker than I thought. I step on to the platform and make my way down the stairs. Suddenly, I feel someone brush past me and hand me something. Unwillingly, maybe instinctually Because Basketball Is In My Blood, I catch the box. The box is only a few inches wide and tall. The un-sanded wood pricks my finger as I feel around, rough to the touch. The box is bare with the exception of a message carved into the bottom. When did the room clear out? I trace my finger along the words. Where did everyone go? "Do not open," reads the small box. There were hundreds of people in the room just a few moments ago. Time stretches as my gaze warps between the box and I. The air grows thicker, the box looks larger, and suddenly the message that was carved into the bottom is glowing. "Do not open," reads the small box. I leave the box right where it came to my hands and continue on with my day.