She looks away from him, and stares down at the tracks. There's a flicker of motion as something small, a rat or a mouse, dives into a hole under one of the rails.

The rumble of the oncoming train is getting louder, and her voice underneath it is just barely audible.

"Maybe."

(Soft and clear in her memory: Took off the mask. See the lies in the truth. Now you know who killed you.)

"If it's that or be a killer for somebody."

(Same memory, different voice: Live through this.)

Her feet are aligned precisely on the yellow safety line warning commuters not to get too close to the edge of the platform. She sways, just slightly, with the wind of the train's approach.

"They would have had me kill you."