6This Fight Is Just StartingA lot of details fell into place for Billy as he made his way back home. He took the long route, sticking to the underground train until he was finally forced to switch to the overland for the final few stops.
He’d always preferred the Tube. Just that process of descending into the world under London via the steep jerky escalator excited him. He didn’t know why. Maybe it was a Freudian thing, descending into Mother Earth and all that, but he felt the answer was a lot simpler: he liked the seamier side of life.
The tunnels always stank of human sweat, dirt, rodent feces, and layer upon layer of dust which was churned up every time the trains whizzed past. It floated in the air, became suspended in the harsh overhead lights until the train had gone, and then it
