You tell her. You inch your body toward your hand and eye. It is a ugly and pathetic sight. She watches you and doesn't stop a pigeon from coming to steal your eye in its beak and hand in its talons. You scream but it still flies off with your body parts. The old lady sighs. "I guess this makes it fair." The old lady grabs you and takes out her remaining eye and tears her remaining hand off and transfers it to your body. You meet the two black voids where her eyes were and scream again and again. You scream so much that you didn't even realize the old lady had disappeared and the train was announcing its final call for passengers.
You miss your train as you stay on the floor and never truly process what happened.