“I must look like a psychopath,” she thought, with no phone in hand on the train. She perused the scene. Men hung on the handles to steady themselves, staring at their phones, their bodies swaying with the motion of the train. Women sat similarly unaware of others, only diving deeper into their life online. A child held his own device, larger than his head, completely absorbed in a game. The train settled quickly into a station, and she succumbed to the boredom of life offline. She scrolled down, over, up—unaware, as they all were, that a pregnant woman stood, crying.