Abandonment

The guy behind me, probably about 24 or so, has his iPhone up in front of his face, as if his nose is a stylus. His headphones are in and he is talking loudly into the phone. In fact, I'm not certain he knows how to correctly use a phone. After all, he has his cheek pierced just under his eye.

Everyone around is pretty annoyed with Captain Conversation here, but gradually his long, lugubrious conversation drags to its end. 

"Well, I will talk to you later, mom," he mumbles, "Thanks. Love you."

Everyone somewhat sighs in relief, but all he does is sit there for a few moments in silence before the loneliness is too much for him and he dials someone else up and the process begins again.

We are entering the tunnel and he will be alone and detached for almost six minutes. Not sure if he can handle it.