I jumped the train just as it rolled away from the station. The conductor’s frown as he collected the fare turned into a smile with a $5 tip.
I’d never seen the train so full as today. There must be a special event in the city drawing suburbanites in. Not a seat to be seen. The idea of standing the whole way made my legs tired.
After an hour of holding the section separator, I began to pray for a seat.
A thunderous sound above the fast-moving vehicle made all passengers look up. With a crackling noise a blinding light beamed into the car — focusing upon a large man with a New York baseball cap and white shirt. In mid-sentence, the man simply dematerialized.
A moment of silence filled the car.
Conversation ramped up again as if nothing had happened. I looked at the empty seat then sat down.
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