The train's whistle scared Tate awake putting a end to an questionable dream.
Damn, she said grabbing her head sitting up in bed.
Her heart was racing and her breathing was heavy.
Well hell it will after making love like that.
He was the only person sitting there dressed completely in white as if he was a dream.
She noticed the sound of the train hitting every cross tire as she looked for her other passengers. No one,
Walking through the train she was confused it being empty, she went to the conductor but there wasn't one.
The train was driving itself but how? What is going on she thought.
Now he was standing with his back against bar his feet crossed one hand in the other all cool in his usual fashion.
Still confused Tate just walked...