No matter which one I take, the R5’s always silent on the way home. Everybody’s kind to each other and we all sit there in our tired little commuter bubbles. It’s actually really nice, but it’s also the reason why we all shat ourselves when that dude screamed HAAAAUUUUGH! at the top of his lungs.

Speaking of, I am completely at a loss now that they don't call the trains by the R numbers.