So much for that bit of positivity, Stiles thinks, as he continues to look around for the right place to go. It would have helped if the text didn't cycle through on the signs - just when you thought you had found what you wanted, they changed. It's frustrating, waiting for the right words to come back around, and the signs around it wouldn't display the same information. There are others - but finding the signs still leaves the same problem as before - there isn't enough time to read everything.

He looks over his shoulder from where he'd finally resorted to waiting, and blinks. "That, that would be the easiest way," he says sheepishly. Still he gives the sign one last narrowed eyed look before following after Derek, and the other REDs, past a few archways, and down towards an escalator marked with a series of route numbers.

A bright stripe of lights marks out the edge of the platform, and they flash as a train approaches the station.