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
The man then checks his watch, looks annoyed and Vanishes. Time returns to normal as the whole of New York seems to have forgotten my body, every has returned to normal. A postal worker runs into you, she seems apologetic, saying "sorry" and "oh my look at this mess, what have I done, oh God he's going to fire me". As she haphazardly gathers up the letters and packages that fell out of her bag, you notice that she left a small green box my your feet. On it, it reads your mother's maiden name, and a date in 1993. The box is made of velvet and feels heavy despite its small size
What do you do now
>chase after the postal worker
>go into Penn Station
>investigate my body
>open the box
>up your phone and find the nearest gay bar
