Four Foot Eight

Clapham North

An elderly woman is waiting alone on the platform, on her way into the city to do a little shopping. This is noticed by the young man in a black jacket who looks around, sees nobody else on the platform, and quickly strolls up to her.

"Afternoon. Nice day outside, eh?"
"Why, yes, I suppose it is. Not the day to be down here, really, is it?
She looks down to notice that the young man has pulled a knife out of his coat and is waving it at her in a threatening, if rather unsteady, manner.
"Definitely not the day to be down here. So, how's about you staying nice and quiet, and just handing me your purse and.. yes, and those two rings?"
"I beg your pardon? I think I'd prefer not to, really."
He leans a little closer to her. "I don't give a shit what you think. Now give me the stuff, before I start to get annoyed."
Hmm, she thinks, yes, he appears to be serious -- can't think of many satisfactory outcomes to this situation. Ah well.

Out in the corridor, a staff member who's spotted the situation unfolding on the security cameras hears a couple of yells followed by a thud and a muffled whimper before the noise is drowned out by an arriving train. He rushes onto the platform to see an elderly lady waving cheerfully at him as she gets on the train, and a rather distressed young man doubled over and moaning softly as he clutches at his groin.