Newt creeps along the platform, trying to find the epicenter of the sound, as the Obscurus slides down the ceiling.

Newt Apparates into the City Hall subway, a long, mosaicked, Art Deco station tunnel that bears the signs of having been crossed by the Obscurus: The chandelier creaks, a few tiles have fallen. We can hear its deep breathing, cornered, like a frightened panther.

INT. SUBWAY -- NIGHT