Train, The

21/12/00
04:04 AM
Another day, again on my way to the city, the bloody train packed with
people. How many days of my life started just like this? Shit ? too
many to be counted. How many people were in that wagon with me? One
hundred? More ? Less?, there wasn't space for a single soul more. But
more would come, just like every morning. Why do I have to count
everything?, does it have something to do with my job? Computers ? I
have loved them since I can remember, the first one I got as a child
became my favourite present. Now I hate them. I spend nine hours of my
day fighting with one, like millions of other people. But what I really
wish I could do, is just pack a little suitcase with some clothes and
disappear in some dessert island. No more trains, no more people, no
more numbers, and most definitely ? no more computers.
The train came to a stop in Wimbledon, Oh Lord!, more people?
I saw her then, she must have been young, in her early twenties. She
threw her cigarette to the rail, and pushed her way in. She didn't look
anxious or pissed off, like any other person sitting or standing around
her, and wasn't wearing a suit either, where was she going to? Maybe to
work in a place that didn't require wearing smart. Something like a
shop. Or a place that required wearing a uniform. She was beautiful.
Her hair was all wet, and so was her face. I couldn't stop looking at
her eyes, they were disproportionately big to the rest of her face,
making her look like a little child, and her lips, chunky and bright
red. She had a book in her hands and she tried to read, but there
wasn't space enough for her to raise her arm. It still didn't seem to
bother her so much.

She was late, bumer!, couldn't she ever be on time?, She was going to
miss the first class again, and it would make her even more unpopular
with that bastard of a teacher, Brandson. He hadn't liked her much from
day one, in fact she didn't think he liked girls much full stop, at
least not in his classes. Dick-head ? it was hard to believe that some
men still had problems when finding women outside a kitchen.
She felt the weight of her bag, it was killing her, but there wasn't
space enough by her legs to put it, the whole floor was full of feet.
She smiled at the thought; So many feet, a forest of them, and all
wearing the same shoes. Just two types: one for men and the other one
for women. They looked like little animals, all together, looking at
each other, some on top of the others ?
She stopped smiling, somebody was looking at her, she looked back. It
was a man, staring at her; didn't he have anything better to do? At
least he was sitting down, why didn't he read his newspaper like
everybody else. He was rude, when was he going to stop? His face was
quite friendly ? reminded her a little of a boyfriend she had had many
moons ago.
By the way ? she hadn't seen this boy for at least four years now, what
would he be doing by now? Probably going somewhere, late, in a train
packed to the roof, there wasn't much more to do in a rainy morning in
London.
Was her hair still wet? Just a little. Her mother would go ballistic
if she could see her like that.
"Again without an umbrella? Oh, Magi, when are you growing up?"
God she hated that sentence ? and every other sentence her mother used
to repeat at least fifteen times in a day ?
Why didn't he stop staring at her? Did she looked funny or something?
OK, two could play that game, anyway she couldn't read in that
position.

The train was gaining speed now, London getting closer. The rain
falling heavily on the windows.
Her eyes ? now she looked pissed off. Was it because of me?
Probably.
If Sam had been there, sitting by my side, she would have been
screaming by now. Sam hated it when I stared at other women, which I
did quite often, I must admit. But Sam wasn't sitting anywhere near me,
and she wouldn't never again . She was probably going to bed with
somebody else at that precise moment, what time was it in Washington?
Bitch! I still couldn't believe she had left me just like that, without
an explanation, without even a good bye, after all we had passed
together. I won't ever understand women.
Did I miss her? I am not quite sure. Life with Sam had been a
nightmare, especially in the end. One thing I did miss though? coming
back home late at night, and having a delicious dinner waiting on the
table. Sam was an excellent cook. No ? Sam was an excellent everything,
and in the end she had been an excellent bitch as well. Women's
prerogative.

Suddenly a noise. The floor was shaking. Magi looked at the windows ?
was that normal? More noise, stronger now. She was loosing the balance,
they were breaking, weren't they? No, they weren't. The whole train
seemed to be loosing the balance with her. She grabbed the jacket of
the woman in front of her, already falling down. Oh God!
Then she was flying , what was happening? Rolling; she crashed into
something. Vertigo, the train was still moving, but it wasn't standing
anymore, they had left the rails. She could feel her pulse rising,
terror, she was terrified, everybody was screaming now. What was all
that about? She was late, for Heaven's sake! The train came to a halt.
Magi couldn't stop her body from sliding till it bumped into something
and came to a halt. She was a prisoner within hundreds of bodies. With
a hundred aches, and finding it really hard to breath, completely drown
in that sea of people and broken metal and plastic.

It was dark. There was a strong smell of diesel and smoke. Where was I?
Still in the train, but where?, I realised I was lying down, on my
stomach. I felt pain all over. People where shouting, screaming all
around me, but I could see nothing. Why? It was day time, why wasn't
there any damned light in there?
Fucking trains. Was I badly hurt? I tried to move but couldn't,
something was pressing me down, a seat, or maybe another person.
We had to get out of there. Oh shit, I didn't want to die, I was too
fucking young , I hadn't done anything apart from playing with toys all
my life!
I was thinking of Sam again. What would she say when she found out I
had died? Probably laugh ?"How pathetic" she would say "Typical of
Robert to do something like that"
Oh shit ? I was loosing it ? the panic was making me
hallucinate.
She would cry, spare a thought, the first in months, for me . Or maybe
not.
Then I smelt it ? it wasn't smoke this time, no ? something sweet and
fresh, delicate ? a gorgeous perfume. My eyes were getting accustomed
to the little light in there. I saw her, well, the back of her head.
She was on the floor next to me. I knew it was her, the cigarette
girl.

She opened her eyes but couldn't see anything. It was hard to breath.
Had they crashed? Were they going to believe her in University? She
felt a lot of pain in her head, and the last thing she could remember
was crashing into something; well that and the guy staring at her all
the time. What a bastard.
Smoke ? something was burning! Oh, God, couldn't those people stop
screaming? Did they really think it was making any difference? Well
mum, an umbrella and all the care of the world wouldn't have helped
whatsoever today. And, Mr Brandson, I am really sorry I couldn't make
it on time this morning, I decided to have an exciting train crash
instead!
Did she have her mobile on her? She would call him. But she couldn't
move ? she had tones of people and twisted iron on top of her, or so it
felt. Just as well she wasn't claustrophobic! God she was in pain, and
all that weight didn't make things any better, she felt her lungs just
about to explode. She made a noise, it tried to be a "Shut the fuck up"
exclamation, but it turned up more like a "shhheefffp".
"Are you OK"
Was anybody talking to her, or was it her imagination?
"hello? can you hear me? Are you OK?"
Then she felt something touching the back of her neck, very slowly she
turned her head around. A face, very close to hers, a man? She could
see him now ? wasn't he the guy ? yes he was!, well, now ? that was a
funny coincidence, wasn't it?
" yea ? yes ?" It was as hard as to start learning English all over
again "I am ? having ? hav? having a wonderful ? ttttimme ? this
morning. What ab? about you?"
"I can hardly hear you, you'll have to speak up. It's all this
shouting"
No shit, she thought ? it was amusing that they had the energy to
scream like beasts and then again not to do anything useful like start
opening gateways to get the hell out of there.

Her eyes were now nearly closed, and her face felt wet. Was she covered
in blood? She was dying ? she couldn't speak, she looked bad ? at least
at that light. I was scared, scared for myself, but even more for the
girl. She looked too young, too beautiful, too innocent to be
there.
"You were flirting with that girl in the train you son of a bitch, I've
had it with you. I want you out of here you piece of shit" I could hear
Sam screaming, in my mind. "But Sam, sweeyt pie, we are just friends,
we crashed together, there was nothing else to do ? and besides ? she
died" But no ? she wouldn't ever found out I was talking to that girl,
how could she? And the girl wasn't going to die if I could help it ?
and I was going to stop having stupid thoughts, it wasn't a good day to
go mad. I had enough problems as it was.
"Are you all right? I can't hear you"
"Yes ? well ? I am sort of ? pain ? head ? my head ? ood"
She had spoken, at last! She opened her eyes as well ? those great big
things! I hadn't ever seen a pair like them before, that was for
sure.
"They are coming. Hold on. Can you hear the sirens?"

Yes! She could! They sounded very far away. Very far from that hubbub.
Many sirens. Were they all for them? Was the telly out there? Would her
mother know she was in that train?
"Do you smell smoke?"
"Yes . It's OK now, they will take us all out, you'll see. What's your
name?"
How did he know it was OK? Was he a firemen or something?
"Why should I tell you?"
"Because we are trapped here and we don't have anything better to do
than talk? besides? the weather is too bad to talk about it."
She tried smiling but it was too painful. Her whole body ached now, and
she was feeling sick.
"Magi, I am Magi ? and you are?"
"Robert. I must say is not nice to meet you Magi"
"Same here Robert" She moaned. She was going to be sick.
"So what is a girl like you doing on the floor of a train? ? or on the
walls ? I am not sure."
More noises, the people from the outside were doing something about
them now.
"Do you always flirt in this sort of situations Robert?"
Saying his name made her feel relaxed, like if hearing an everyday name
made that moment an everyday moment.
"I am glad to say I don't find myself in this sort of situation very
often. My girlfriend says I flirt all the time though"
"And she is right, probably." More pain. She was very ill; drifting
away now; feeling tired; and it was getting so hot ?
"Don't, no Magi ? don't close your eyes, tell me more about you. Come
on, don't be selfish, don't go to sleep. I can't sleep without my
teddy"
She smiled now, but it was so hard ? she felt so tired ?
"So where did you meet your girlfriend then?"
"Why?"
"I don't know. It gives us something to talk about!"
"I met her in Washington, we used to work in the same office over
there."
"Is she American?"

Yes, Sam was American, American all right, I should have known better.
For the first time I allowed myself to miss her badly. I still felt for
her.
"Yes"
"Does she miss The States"
"I wouldn't think so? She is back there now."
"I'm sorry, Robert."
"So am I. What do you do?"
"I'm? I study architecture. You?"
"I am an IT professional"
"Oh God. I hate computers. We have to work with them?"
"So do I"
"I should think so, being an IT"
"No ? I mean ? I hate them too."
"I know what you mean. Have you ? lost ? your sense of humour?" She
gasped for air.
It was getting hot in there, too hot, and the smoke was getting
thicker. Shit ? what were those Firemen doing out there?
"I'm sick."
"So am I Magi, is only natural, try not to think about it, and keep on
talking."
I could see the blood on her face now ? quite a lot ? was she seriously
wounded?
Time was going so slow I couldn't remember how long We had been there
for, minutes? Hours?
"Are you seeing anybody?"
"Flirting again? ? no ? I am not ? good ? with men ? or with women for
the case. I just want ? I want ?"
"Come on Magi ? don't leave me like this? suspense is killing
me!."
"I want to go home."
"How original, I bet everybody in this train is thinking the same
thing. I thought you were going to confess some dark secret ."
"I've got plenty of those."
"Good!, surprise me!"
"Well? I tend to dislike men who stare? ouch!? who stare at women in
trains, I find them revolting"
She made me blush.
"Oh well ? I thought every woman secretly liked being looked at."
"You and many others ? well ? you ? are ? you are ? you are wrong. We
hate it. Do you see us staring?"
"Yes! ? I do actually! ? women stare much more than men!"
"You don't believe that. Any way you won't catch me doing it, that's
for sure!"
"Wont I? So what are you doing right at this moment?"
"Ho, ho, ho ? is not like if I could move my head at all is it? And ? I
am talking to you!"
"Excuses ? excuses ? it's OK ? if it makes you happy, I am sorry, and I
promise I'll never stare at you any more. I'll stare at somebody
else."
She tried to laugh but thought twice, not enough space for her
lungs.
"I hate life"
Had I heard right?
"What?"
"That's another of my secrets. I hate life with a passion. Life is a
bitch."
"You shouldn't say that now, you know? Now is when people appreciate
life more than anything. We are in a sticky situation, in case you
haven't noticed."
"Oh, I have all right ? and ? that ? cof! .. cof! ? that is exactly
what I mean? look at us..now?"
"come on Magi ? think positively ? if it hadn't been for the accident
you would have missed meeting somebody like me? and there are not many,
I assure you"
"Thank God for that!"
"I see ? being rude now ? are we?"
She was gorgeous. It wasn't just her looks, or her perfume, it was her
character. Her ways.
"I guess I am just a depressive, like my mother. At least I am not a
paranoid as well!"
Now it was getting seriously hot. Somebody howled somewhere behind
them, people were dying there, just a few metres from them, he knew, he
had to do something, leave that place, but how?
"Can you move, Magi.?"

She tried, she realised she hadn't just hurt her head, some bones
probably too, and she still could feel a lot of weight over her
body.
"I can't."
"Don't worry then, let it be. I can't either. I don't know what I have
on top on me."
"I know the feeling too well, believe me."
Another mobile went off. Wasn't it hers? It sounded like hers. Maybe
her mother trying to contact her?
"Can you move your arms, Robert?"
"Yes ? yes ? why?"
"Can you look for my mobile? It's somewhere in my pocket, near you, in
my coat."
The mobile went on ringing.

I moved my arm. It felt as if it didn't belong to me, as if I had to
give conscious orders to my brain to get it moving, it was shaky. I
wasn't sure the use of a mobile phone was such a good idea in such a
situation.
The phone went quiet.
"Come on Robert! Come on!!!"
"Hey? is not the moment to loose the temper little one, I am trying!
Things are not all that easy today?"
"I know? I even find difficult to talk? Hey!? That's not my
pocket!!"
"How do you want me to know? I can hardly see you! Sorry ?"
"I bet you are ?"
People were yelling very badly somewhere not far now. I was sure they
were cries of agony. Oh fuck ? come on Firemen ? you are supposed to
work fast!? and this bloody mobile ? couldn't she wait to be out of
there to talk to whoever? Those stupid mobile phones, I had always
hated them. They were useless when really needed, and infinitely
frustrating.
Then I felt it, something tiny, metallic, next to her body.
"There you are, impatient stranger."
"Thanks"

But the call hadn't been for her. If her mother was trying to contact
her she was going to have some problems. The phone was mashed. Oh,
terrific!, just what she needed. She would have to keep on talking to
that guy.
Something was horribly wrong. The screams sounded terrible now. She
hadn't ever heard anything like that, it was hard to believe they were
human at all. A window broken ? maybe the firemen! At last!
She heard voices ?
"This is the fire brigade, my name is Jeff. We are going to take you
all out of there. But we need your help. Those of you who can walk come
towards the gateway, help someone if you feel you can, if he or she is
too heavy, or trapped, just walk towards my voice and leave the rescue
to us, have you heard me?"
More screams. Now everybody seemed to have gone completely mad. For
Heaven's sake! Didn't that people understand English? Couldn't anybody
make them shut up? She had a pounding headache.
She was going to be sick, now for real ? Oh nooo! ? iack! She hated
being sick ? buorghhhhh! There it went, iack iack iack ? all on her
face, and his!. Iack! ? how revolting ? that smell ?
"I'm so sorry? so?"
"Don't worry. I love women puking on me. Anytime, really."
She couldn't speak, the smell was too horrible, and the smoke now was
on her nose. It meant the fire was quite close to them now! She was
getting really nervous. It took a lot to make her loose the control but
this morning was doing it for her. It would be easier just to let go ?
sleep, and let things happen. Yes ? that's what she was going to do ?
she was falling asleep ? she was too tired right now ? too tired for
all this ? but her mother ? after all the years ? life was ironic ?
like that song ? how did it go? "And isn't it ironic ? don't you
think?" that's right! ? brilliant song ? brilliant year ? holidays
abroad. How many years ago? An eternity.
She loved going on holidays. That and drawing: the two things she
loved in the world ? sad life really. Maybe this was why ? somebody as
sad as her didn't have the right to be alive ? Sleep ? Noises ?
horrible smell ? people yelling ? no air. Please stop it so I can go to
sleep. Sleep ? Her father! But he had died many years ago? What was he
doing there? They were at home, in their first flat in North London.
The pink curtains, the pink bed. Her room. She was a child again. Dad,
I've missed you so much, we both have ? He was teaching her to light a
match. She burned her little finger, but didn't want to cry. Little
Margaret never cried. She wanted dad to be proud of her. Dad ? you are
so wonderful ? so much fun. I love you so much. My finger smells ?
smoke ? vomit ? she felt sick again. Daddy please ? please ? it's
burning. "Magi, Magi, come on little one, wake up, come on"? yes Dad. I
am here, I am awake ?
"Magi!!!! I'm serious now, wake up! Are you OK? Come on Magi? answer to
me!!!"
"Yes ? yes ??" Where was I? Oh yes ? the bloody train. It wasn't dad,
it was this man.
"You scared me Magi."
The heat and the smoke were unbearable now. They were going to die. Oh
fuck ? Oh Shit ?
"Pleaseeeeee!!!!!!" She cried now, she could cry again and she was
going to do it till somebody came to rescue her "Please!!! We are
here!!!!! Come on!!!!! Help!!!"
"Shush, they are coming Magi, I promise you, give me your hand. Can you
feel mine? They are coming. Cof! Cof! Cof! "
But she couldn't feel a thing, just the smoke, the heat and the
panic.

Was she going to loose it now? No please ? she had given me courage all
along, if she went hysterical now I would as well, and that would only
make matters worse. She was calling me dad before, funny really. Well ?
not ? not funny at all ? she was terrified, and right to be. Things
weren't looking good. How stupid, survive a train derailment and not
survive the smoke later. Why was this happening to me? What had I done?
Well, I had been a bastard a couple of times, but not a bastard enough
to deserve this. Then again, I wasn't the only one there. "This",
whatever "This" meant, wasn't happening just to me.
Magi ? nice name.
"Thank you"
I gasped. Thank you?. Could she read my mind now?
"Can you read my mind?"
"What do you mean?"
I had obviously said it aloud. Those cries ? how many people dead? How
long until Magi and myself started screaming like that ourselves?. How
long does it take for a human being to die roasted? No, we were going
to dye suffocated.
"Magi ? Magi?????"
"Yes, Yes!, I haven't gone anywhere ? cof! ? don't worry!"
"Have you ever been in love?"
"Oh fuck you Robert!, what the.. cof! Cof!? fu? cof! ? is ? fuck ? is
going on with you? Is the smoke affecting your neurones, or you've
always been that pathetic?"
"Thank you very much ? cof!? miss ? I've been trying to entertain you
all the time and you pay me like this."
Screams, voices and noises everywhere. The smoke very dense now, it was
so hot ? like an oven, full blast?
"No ... come on ? I am serious , I mean really in love"
"Many times. Like most people I suppose. Now is when you tell me you
are in love with me"
Yeah right!
"No !, now is when I tell you that I haven't myself?"
"We tend to forget love once we've passed it. But for sure you have.
Cof! But if you asked me, there are many things I ? cof ? haven't ever
done ? Cof! ? and I wish I had now ? cof! Cof!"
"Like?"
"Like flying an aeroplane, visit the Peruvian mountains, design my own
house, parachuting, holidaying in the Seychelles, that sort of
thing."
"Oh, I see ? I wished I had won the lottery."
"And what would you do with the money now, if you don't mind me
asking?"
"I don't mean as now ? cof !? not now ? years ? cof! Cof! Cof! ? years
ago? so I would have done all I wanted to do by now"
She coughed some more. The air was getting now too smoky.
"There is one thing that I wish I hadn't done at all, Robert?"
"spit it then."
"I wish I hadn't taken this damned train."
"yeah ? so do I ? " His laughter sounded nearly sacrilegious in
there.
"Don't you miss that girlfriend now?"
"Who told you ? cof!? I ? cof!? didn't miss her before?!"
"You wouldn't stare at other women, you would be too busy thinking of
her. And you wouldn't have said you've never been in love
before."
She had a point.
"I do, I miss her. But we were too unhappy together."
"Cof! Cof! Why?"
"Well, for many reasons. I don't really know. She asked me that same
question many times before."
There was movement in the train, people leaving , some fresh air and
light getting in. Soon the firemen would come and take us two out. We
wouldn't die ? but hurry for God shake, the train is on flames! They
were cutting chunks of the metal away. I hoped it was somewhere
near.

"What did you do to her?"
"What do you mean? You are being rude again. A relationship? cof!.. is
a thing of two remember? I wasn't ? cof! Cof! ? alone there ? I didn't
do anything to molest her.!"
"Did you do anything to please her though?"
"Now that is funny!, miss 'I-know-everything-about-everything'. So how
does it come that ? cof! ? being so smart, you don't have a
boyfriend."
"Precisely because ?"
"Yeah. Come on, lets hear it! Cof!"
"Because I'm not ready to give, that's why. I am very selfish. And I
don't thing that selfish? cof! Cof! Cof! Cof! Cof! ? Oh God! ? Cof! ? I
can't breath!!!!! ? Cof! ? I'm choking here! Cof!"
"Rest your face on your sleeve, is OK, they are coming now ? they are
close ?"
"Where have I heard that before?"
"Very funny. Cof!. Now ? You were telling me?"
"I don't remember."
"I'll refresh your memory: that you are a selfish bitch you
said."
"Excuse me ? cof! ? I never said that ? bitch thing ?!"
"Of course ? excuse my language mademoiselle!"
"You speak French??"
"Why?"
"No, it's just that I didn't know IT s could actually read, let alone
speak other languages?"
"Well miss Rude, you were wrong. But no ? I cannot speak French."
I did agree with her. Many of my colleagues hadn't read a book in their
lives,
unless forced to do it. But I wasn't going to tell her that.
"God ?cof! ? I'm so ill ? it hurts so much ? cof! ? why is it that in
moments like this people feel like hugging anybody ? kissing ? holding
hands?"
I felt her hand in mine. She hadn't moved it at all in all that time?
Was she paralysed? God, I hoped not.
"Why Magi? Are you trying to tell me something? Do you want to have a
bit of cuddle and kiss with me? Is that what ?"
"You sick fucker, stop it, will you?"
"Sorry, out of place. I apologise, I was only trying to make you smile.
I can't see your face now. Can you see mine?"
"Yes, and stop showing me your tongue?"
"Are you smiling now?"
"I won't tell you."
"I see, we are playing hard to get now, eh?"
"I'm not playing anything, I just ? cof! ? I just want to leave this
hell. Robert!"
"Yes??"
She scared him for a moment, what had she seen?.
"I can't hear cries any more. Are we alone here?"
"Cof! Cof!, not Magi, we are not ? I hear the firemen moving around ?
they are taking people out."
"hey!!!!! Hey out there!!!!!! Is there anybody out there?? Do you hear
me????? We are hereeeeeeeee!"

"Yes ? we can hear you madam ? don't worry ? we are trying to brake you
both free ?"

Brake us free; she thought . She felt broken enough as it was! bad term
to use in moments like that. But what wasn't bad this morning? She
wished she hadn't been late, she would have caught the train earlier,
and by now would be sitting in the class room, bored to tears,
whispering to some mate about her weekend in Brighton. She had had a
good night last Saturday, she had drunk and awful lot, smoked even
more, danced to death ? death ? not a good word either. Oh well .. they
were here now. They would rescue them.
What if they were too late? The flames were close to their wagon now ?
she knew ? once they reached it, it would be a question of seconds.
They were soaked in Diesel! . There was another thing she wished she
had done before taking this train, tell her mother she loved her. Even
if she was a pain in the bum, which she was! But the most adorable pain
in the bum she had had the pleasure of meeting.
She wanted to sleep ? please Robert, don't wake me up again ? I am
really too tired to be awake ? just let me sleep ? sleep you too ? see
you later ? mum.. Dad ?

She was falling asleep again ? but I couldn't talk, not any more, too
much smoke, I couldn't stop coughing. Fuck! ? hurry, please!!, We are
dying in here!!!, You fucking incompetent people you are!!!!, more
coughing ? Magi ? don't sleep ? I have to see you one day out there ?
go for a drink ? maybe some sex afterwards ? What kind of a sick person
I was, thinking of sex in a moment like that? Was that the reason why I
had been talking to this girl all morning? No, not just that. It felt
right , it felt like the thing to do at the time.

"Are you there? cof! Cof! ,Can you feel my hand?"

An outsider!! I made an effort to speak, but it was so damned
hard.
"Cof! Yes!!!!!!! we are here!!! I feel something on my back!!! Is that
you? Hurry up! Cof! Cof! There is a girl with me ? I think she's not
well!!!! ? hurry!!"
"We'll have to cut you free out of there. There is a lot of stuff over
your body, do you think you've got something broken?"
"No, definitely not!!!! But I think she does!!!!! She can't feel me, or
move at all!!!! Please, come ooooooon!"
More coughing? I could hear a lot of noise now, iron twisting, stuff
falling down. I heard Magi moaning. Was she OK? Please God ? let us get
out of here. Why was I praying? I hadn't believed in anything for
twenty years! Well, just in case. It didn't do any harm.
Light, a lot of light!, the weight had left my back, it hurt a little
now though ? maybe I had something broken after all. Magi! She was
covered in blood!
"Hurry!!!!"
I yelled once more. Not for myself ? for Sam ? no ? for Magi ? I didn't
know what I was thinking anymore? Sam? don't go. Then I fainted.

I opened my eyes. Fheeeww! What a nightmare! what had I dad for dinner
the night before? Something strong, obviously. What a strange dream. I
was covered in sweet!
The train skidded slightly in the next curve, and my heart jumped in my
chest.
And then I saw her, she hadn't been a dream, that girl was still
standing by the doors, with the book in her hand!
I couldn't stop staring at her until we got to Clapham. With the
feeling that I knew her like only survivors of terrible events could
know each other. The doors opened, and she left. I felt really empty.
Should I have talked to her? And what could I tell her? 'excuse me? is
your name Magi? I've just had the most horrible hours of my life in a
dream, next to you.'
He smiled quietly, not noticing he was still looking at her, and she
was now looking at him from the platform.

Magi smiled back, and started walking, thinking ? She was sure she had
seen that guy before, but where?

Finished on the December 4, 2002 at 01:43 AM. Dedicated at all the
victims or Rail accidents in the last few years in the UK.