terminal 795
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The security building was at the corner of the 795 metro terminal. Three buses later, Kate blinked and suddenly found herself across town at terminal 790. She reread the numbers a couple of times to make sure she didn't misread anything. Few minutes later, she couldn't believe that this could happen to her, after three and half years of following the exact route to work, she was lost, and forgot her stop.
Kate thought it was just her bad luck after breaking that mirror in the morning. She could not come to understand how she had managed to be unaware of the loudspeaker announcement on the bus' intercom. A few minutes later, Kate carefully got off the bus. All of the passengers on the bus quickly let themselves out, and within a few moments, Kate was all alone, at terminal 790.
Kate took a seat on the old bench near the entrance of the terminal and mentally retraced her steps. She remembered taking a left onto Eighth Street, passing the Starbucks coffee shop and the newspaper stand where the portly old man wearing a navy blue scarf stood...