Night Watch

There's the station. Michelle looks up at the clock. 06:41. The morning twilight gives the sky a pink hue.
Shit! Two minutes.
She runs for the platform. Warm air hits her face as she enters the station – and the all too familiar stench of piss. She looks up at the signs. Something is off but she can't quite tell what. She runs along, looking for her platform, until she reaches the other end of the tunnel.
It hits her: Wait... Where the fuck is platform 6?
She runs back. Platform 6 is nowhere to be seen. Someone grabs her by the shoulder.
Michelle?
She opens her eyes and lifts her head, looking around in confusion. It's dark. A tiny bit of flickering light illuminates the room around her. Jack leans forward and sets a lantern with a candle on the table.
Don't you wanna sleep in your bed? Your body would thank you.
She remembers. She was supposed to be on night watch until two.
What time is it?
Three AM.
Sorry.
All good, nothing happened.
What about the fire?
Still embers.
She stands up, holding onto the table with one hand and moving her hair out of her face with the other. She thinks When did I fall asleep? Last thing she remembers, it was still bright outside. 8 PM? No, it's June. 9 PM?

Wolves howling outside get their attention. Michelle suddenly feels very awake. Jack grabs a gun and checks that it is loaded. Michelle grabs her bow and quiver with arrows. They walk over to the entrance and look around. It's still dark, but bright enough to see. The sky over the mountain ridge to the north-east is a faint green, the rest is deep blue and some stars are visible. A pack of wolves is down by the river, minding their own business. The two watch the wolves for a while before concluding they probably aren't a concern for now. Jack puts the gun into the holster? on his belt and Michelle lays bow and quiver down and sits next to the embers.

She grabs a few sticks of dry fir, needles still attached, and pushes them into the embers. After a bit of blowing on them, they go up in flames. Jack dumps a pile of dry fir and other sticks on it and they both blow on the flames.