CHAPTER 7
It took Kennedy a moment or two to adjust to her new surroundings. She was standing on some kind of platform, narrower than a city sidewalk. She touched the wall to steady herself and immediately snatched back her hand, her spine prickling at the thought of all the germs she had just contracted. She reached instinctively for the Germ X in her backpack, only then remembering she had left her bag on the T. She rubbed her grimy fingers together, her nose and cheeks crinkling in disgust.
She stepped farther down the platform. If she had her phone with her, she could have shined some extra light on the path, but of course she had left that behind in her backpack as well. It would be easier to keep her cell in her pocket like every other college student she knew, but the thought of a
