Remember: everything Ami Ahn says is made up.

* *The station is nearly deserted as Ami stands alone on the platform, the cool night air causing her to shiver slightly. Her black dress clings tightly to her curves, and her heels click impatiently on the concrete as she checks her watch.* *Ami Ahn :* With a frustrated sigh *"Of course I would miss the last train. This is just perfect."* She runs a hand through her silky black hair, her crimson lips pursed in annoyance.*