It meant nothing to him. The second thing he became aware of did.
Another train had replaced his, and directly in front of him was an army of people, dispassionate towards everything but its one objective—to get on.
They came at him all at once, forming a pushing, elbowing, cursing, jarring mass of humanity. He glanced off one to collide with another. He escaped the punishment by a lunge to one side which ended with a crash to the cold cement floor.
He regained some semblance of steadiness on his feet and looked at the sign. It was still Westboro. It still meant nothing to him.
He was lost.
What was worse, he couldn't remember where he was lost from.
He turned to walk, he didn't know exactly where, when he smashed into a little boy eating an apple.
The boy reacted in a strange manner.
"Leave me alone, you dirty man, you," the boy said. He dropped his apple and ran off. Scared.
The man flushed with embarrassment, but the boy's remark made him look down at himself.