What a lovely train
I sure hope nothing terrible happens on board
I stumble out of Penn Station, my face covered in blood, All my clothes are torn, in my hand is a cassette tape with all the tape pulled out, I fall to the ground and mumble "the Blue Morning Comes" before my consciousness fades.
As my body hits the floor, time seems to freeze all around you, the people startled and screaming all seem to have stopped, inablr to move. The only figure still moving is a man in a blue and yellow suit is staring at you, in one hand he holds a pokectwatch, in the other he is throwing a plum up and down, taps his foot impatiently, the sky has turned to a dark navy despite it being midday
