I could see the train from a mile away, and I could hear it soon too. Its lights sparkled like stars, its eyes, and the little window at its front was so blurred I could only make out the outline of someone sitting on the other side of it. All I knew was that it was loud and slow. And winding down a long long track from a long long way away. It was almost near me now, I was on the platform, peeking at it like a curious kid, as rain pounded on its top, drenching the monster. Now I could see the bald man in the neon green…