There was a proxy. On the train.
I'm almost sure of it. Not the same one from the street.
Fear, as some may know, creates a whole slew of responses within the body. Adrenaline wakes you up, the eyes widen to take in more light, your hair stands on end (a throwback to when we had fur) to make you look bigger and more intimidating. Your brain starts processing one of two options. Fight and hope you can kill or scare off whatever it is, or flight. Run your ass off until you fall over or it catches you.
Fight or Flight.
What if neither is an option?