It's midnight, I stumble out of Chicago union station bloody, I collapse dramatically on the steps, the bright warm glow of a streetlight illuminating me as I fall, the song Dancing Queen by ABBA begins to play from an unknown source, as the snow slowly begins to fall on my lifeless body as you see a woman in a long white fur coat with red stains exit the building, you are too preoccupied with the music source to stop my murderer
U ok Amtrak?
I’d be better if I wasn’t just murdered by the Dancing Queen, Young and Sweet, only 17
