Go shopping at the gift shop.

I decide it's useless to wait at the gate in the time I have left. Fortunately the boarding platform faces numerous restaurants and gift shops. I could just eat on the train and I promise to get my sister something from the Station.

A shop respectively named the Bronx sits in between a fine food restaurant and a bookstore. This shop calls itself the Bronx because, the station sits on the old Bronx*. All the people living there were given a place to stay in one of the three massive Dome prefectures in Neo-Amsterdam. The only things I know about the Bronx was what my teachers and the Intranet told me.

Knowing how glamourous my sister is she probably wants something shiny or pretty. But most gift shops don't sell those things of high-quality. All I see is things that associate with Neo-Amsterdam and the Bronx, toys, candy, local recipes, some books, and other odds and ends. Since I already live in Neo-Amsterdam, it's pointless to buy anything. So I exit the store and head to my gate. Looking at my cell phone, I can see that I still have 15 minutes.

But I have this gut feeling that I am missing something. Before I realize what I lost, somebody behind me calls out, "Excuse me miss?"