It's been six days since I have seen the

It's been six days since I have seen the sun. I've grown so weary down here. Where am I? Am I dreaming? If I am dreaming, why am I so awake. I must escape. They haved chased me for

hours. Why do they haunt me? We used to be the best of friends until there untimely deaths. I miss Blinky, Pinky, Inky and that ... other guy. The yellow pills to keep me going

on that long pass through the exit to the other side. Blinky, Pinky and Inky's eyes went back to the box where the ghost cloaks are kept. It gave me some time to really reflect.

the wot wot wot wot was getting louder. Ms Pac-Man was heading this way, they had to hurry. Once they got outside their programming had Blinky going left, and Pinky and Inky right.

Ms Pac-Man dashed outside after them & asked a man on the street if he had seen 2 flashing ghosts. He pointed at 2 empty trench coats opening & closing. Dead end. "Who can I call?"

"GHOSTBUSTERS!"

The shout had frightened her to the point of tumbling off her seat. "I'm not a ghost!" She shouted, kicking the chair towards the general direction of the intruders.

"The Three F's" were taken into consideration...food, fags and fun. 40,000,000 detached civilians were not prepared for the ghosts taking over the subway systems. The Tube was not

grandfather's Tube. There were no punk hooligans robbing ladies of their nylons under the train trestles. Nobody went around bitching about the Iron Lady. But if on a winter's eve

you happen to hear a howl from the underground, you'll know that the true griping spirit of the Tube lives on, knowing that it will not be denied by a temporary prevailing mood.