London, UK.
It was evening time in the capital city, that odd hour between six and seven after the sun had set so beautifully. The sky wasn't fully dark yet, but it was deeper than gray. Office windows, whether skyscrapers or boutiques, glowed with their lights, and the streets were filled with the shuffle of others.
As thunder rumbled through the sky, many looked up and grumbled before continuing on their way.
"It's always when you need the Jubilee the most, isn't it? Never fails."
"Just take an Uber, mate."
"Uber prices? Pure robbery!"
The Tube was currently on strike in the city, though the government had just promised everything would be settled by the end of the week.
But the damage of inconvenience had already been done, forcing thousands to stumble to their destinations on foot for four days. Some even discovered paths in the city they'd never known existed.
