Phone Recovery

As I sprinted towards the turnstyle, I plunged into my pocket searching for my wallet. The train rumbled overhead as I sprinted up the stairs, taking two at a time. A quick step onto the train, 'doors closing,' and a sigh of relief ... I made it. I patted my side to make sure I had all my possessions: keys, iPod, wallet, phone? I retraced my steps scanning the floor of the car to no avail. 'Ok, I'm going to be late for work if I turn back, but if I loose my phone it will cost me hundreds.' Same drill down the steps, up to the platform onto the opposite platform. Off the train down the steps, back towards my house, taking a walk I usually don't take until several hours later with my eyes plastered to the shadowy ground, seeing nothing. It's gone, back to the train. Arrive at work, pick up the phone, dial my number. "Hello, did you find my phone? How can I get it back? Okay, I'm meet you then." Phew, that bullet dodged.