Train to Nowhen: SF

The train was late, of course. It was only a few minutes, but he felt like he stood out in the crowd. Anyone looking at him would surely and immediately say, "He doesn't belong here." The longer he waited for the train, the more likely it was that someone would spot him. He was taller than most, his coloring was more fair, and his clothes were too new. He was too clean. He'd been warned about these things, but with the mission done and everything arranged, he had thought he would be fine to finally wash properly and wear something that made him feel less depressed and drab than the dark-clothed, shorter, bustling people around him. It was foolish. Everywhere on the train platform, there were signs advertising, "Watch out for time hijackers! If you see someone who does not fit, let a rail guard know!"


Inspiration: Searched "problem" on art station, found picture of man on train platform. https://www.artstation.com/artwork/DaNke
Story potential: High.
Notes: I like the idea of a society being aware and resistant to time travelers working among them, like there is actually a war between the present and at least one of the futures.