Pangborn Nomads

... Lynn slowly became aware of her surroundings. The warm bed smelling of baby powder and her own scent. The incredible softness of the T-shirt sheets. The hint of the sun through her closed lids. She realized that she had reached it again... the Comfort Zone. It was that time in the morning between sleeping and waking where one is just conscious enough to be aware of the body but still asleep enough to be unable to move. Not that you would want to move if you could. This is that short time of perfect comfort, warmth and security.

But, as they must, all good things come to an end. When Lynn finally passed from twilight sleeping into wakefulness, she reluctantly opened her eyes, savoring the memory of the Comfort Zone. She felt wonderfully refreshed as she languidly stretched, letting herself become familiar with the surroundings of the tidy yellow guest room again.

She was on vacation from the fast-paced California Silicon Valley rat-race, visiting her sister in the small town of Durham in sedate North Carolina. It was a nice, much needed, change of pace. She slipped from the bed, stretched again, put on her robe and the opened the door. ...

... Lynn opened her eyes, body jerking in an emergency response, adrenaline coursing through her veins. 'Oh! I was dreaming...' The thought briefly saddened her. Then, she heard the shouts again. Jeff and Chris were yelling for her. She bolted from the bed and ran to the door. She could smell smoke. Jeff and Chris' voices were coming from the attic. She took the stairs two at a time. When she got to the door, she saw that half of the attic was on fire. Jeff and Chris were doing their best to hold it off, but they were barely holding their own.

Jeff turned to her, "Lynn! Over there!" He yelled.

She saw the fire extinguisher and ran towards it. Picking it up, she turned around, seeking the most dangerous fire to put out. ...

... Lynn opened her eyes. It took her a moment to realize that she was in bed.... "A dream... within a dream....?" She mumbled to herself, limbs feeling very heavy. She realized that she was in the tidy yellow guest room of her sister's house again. 'Yes. That's right. She was on vacation. A much needed vacation...'

There it was again. A baby's cry. Emily. That was what had awoken her. She looked at the clock. 1:00am. Lynn waited for a couple of minutes, listening to Emily cry, wondering why her sister, Kim, did not answer her baby's distressed call. Then, she got up, put on her robe and opened the door. There was no sound or movement, except for the sound of the crying baby.

Lynn moved down the hall to Emily's room and opened the door. Emily was standing in her crib, wailing. Her cries subsided into tearful sniffles when she saw Lynn. "Yucky diaper, Auntie Lynn. Yucky diaper." She sniffed and wiped at her tearstained face.

Lynn nodded. "You need your diaper changed?" She asked, looking around for diaper stuff. Emily was a particularly bright eighteen-month old child who could not stand to be dirty. She was forever asking to have her hands wiped or her diaper changed. "Please, Auntie. Please." Emily calmed down as she watched Lynn gather the necessary items.

"Where's your Mamma?" Lynn asked as she picked up Emily and immediately regretted it. Emily was not kidding when she said 'yucky diaper.' It was so wet that it was dribbling down her legs and leaking onto Lynn, soiling her nightgown. "Eew. Yucky diaper indeed!" Lynn wrinkled her nose as laid Emily down and stripped her of the soaking diaper. "I can't believe Kim would leave you alone like this!" Lynn was very upset over Kim's seeming neglect of her baby.

She did her best to change the diaper and was quite proud of herself when the diaper stayed on as Emily pulled herself into a standing position. Lynn held Emily for a long moment before she put the baby back in her crib. "Night night, Emmy girl. Sleep tight."

"Night night, Auntie Lynn. Go night night now." Emily whispered and curled up, her eyes closing.

Lynn watched Emily for a few moments until she was sure the baby was asleep. Then, she wandered through the house, looking for Kim or her husband, Joe. But the house was devoid of life - except for Emily and herself. She frowned wondering where her sister was and why she would leave her baby alone. Returning to her room, she took off the soiled night gown, sat on the bed and looked at the clock. It said 3:03am. ...

3:03am. Lynn realized that she was still curled up in bed... the bed in her sister's guest room... looking at the clock. She blinked her eyes, rubbing them. "Am I really awake?" She asked herself. 'Look for something written...' She thought. Her eyes fastened on the title of the book on the night stand. "Good Omens" by Terry Pratchett. It was coherent. She looked away and then back at the title again. 'Same thing.... OK. I'm really awake this time. Writing is always screwed up in dreams.' She thought with some relief.

Lynn threw back the sheets and winced as the cold air rushed over her. "OK. I'm awake." She reassured herself, then dug a fingernail into her arm just in case. She grimaced at the pain. "Right. Pain. I really am awake this time. Man.... that was weird." She decided that she was not going back to sleep tonight no matter what. She did not like the dream within a dream within a dream thing. It made her question reality too much.

As she shrugged into her jeans and a T-shirt, there was a painful pop in her inner ear. It was as if she had suddenly changed elevation too quickly. Then, she heard the sirens and the panicked noises coming from outside. "Christ. Was I deaf before?" She looked out the window and was shocked at what she saw. Half the town was in ruins and on fire. "Oh my God!" She quickly got into her sneakers and ran out of the room.

Kim's normally neat house was in a shambles. It looked to Lynn like there had been a major earthquake or the equivalent of one. The walls were cracked. Nothing was on the shelves. Windows were broken. She carefully picked her way through the rubble, looking for Kim, Emily or Joe. She could not find anyone.

It sounded like the sirens were coming closer. Lynn headed out, looking to see if anyone needed help. There were people out and about, but they were in a panic; running scared. She headed in the direction they were coming from, trying to get anyone to talk to her.

"What's happened?" She tried asking one man who almost knocked her over. He just looked at her like she was crazy and continued on. The second man grabbed and shook her. "Run! Run! They're going for the women! Run!" He let her go and ran, leaving her to stare after him.

"What the hell is going on?!" Lynn muttered to herself and continued to head towards the center of town. This was where the worst of the wreckage was. It looked like someone had bombed the area. People were fleeing in all directions. No one would even look at her to answer her desperate questions to find out what had happened. She heard the words "the Invincibles" more than once.

As she turned the corner, she froze in shock in horror. There were three of them. Huge men... if that was what they really were. They were each at least seven feet tall with pale, dead looking skin, long knotted black hair and beards. Tattoos adorned their bare arms. Each man carried wicked looking bladed weapons. One with a sword. One with an axe. One with a bladed weapon she could not even identify.

They were killing everyone they could get their hands on.

No one was spared. No man. No woman. No child. It did not matter to them. Lynn could not turn away. She back up to the wall and stared, terrified. As she watched, she saw that the three men looked like each other with some small differences. They must be "the Invincibles" that she heard about on her way here. Vaguely, her mind screamed for her to seek shelter as the trio advanced in her direction, grabbing people, screaming "WHERE IS SHE?!!" in their faces and then slaughtering the hapless people where they stood.

'Who are they looking for?' The unwelcome question came to her mind just as one of them looked at her and shouted "THERE SHE IS!!!" The three of them gave a roar of triumph and slowly headed in her direction. Lynn frantically looked for a way to escape but the Invincibles had spread out in a semi-circle, hemming her in. She was trapped and they knew it. They still killed everyone they could reach, but now, their killing had taken on an evil deliberateness. They waited until they knew that she was watching and then killed their victim in the most painful way imaginable.

It was as if they were trying to frighten her even more with each brutal death. To torture her. They began to speak to her when they were close enough, muttering graphically horrifying threats as to how she would die, while they brandished their gore-coated weapons at her. Lynn could see no way to escape. The fear was overwhelming. She shrank down into a ball as they towered over her, laughing. Then, one reached down to grab her. She squeezed her eyes shut, waiting for the end, wondering why they were doing this.

But, the expected pain did not come and the Invincibles had grown silent. Lynn risked a look up and was surprised to see that they had stepped away from her. They were waiting to the side in deference to a man. A man walked towards them with an aura of power and evil that preceded his steps. By the time he reached them, Lynn though she was going to be sick from the tangible maleficence she felt from him.

"Well, well, well. Look what we have here. She's nothing . . . Not even as brave as the last one." Lynn looked up at the evil man and shuddered. He wore a long black coat, had black hair, pale skin and black, soulless eyes. He tsked a little, tilting his head. Then, he hunkered down to eye level with her, his eyes capturing hers. "Remember this . . . Remember it well, woman. You are the target. My prey. My quarry. My prize. You will never be free. Ever. In the end, I will have you." He laughed cruelly and stood, motioning to the Invincibles, who obediently followed him as he opened a shimmering portal and walked through.

Lynn sat there, shaking for a long time in shock at what had just happened. She saw that people cautiously returned to the street, looking at the damage. They looked at her with fearful glances but no one dared to venture closer to her, as if somehow, she had been tainted by the dark man and the Invincibles.

Slowly, she got to her feet. A million questions swirled in her mind. Who was that evil man? Who were the Invincibles? Why did they want her? As she made her way back to her sister's home, Lynn noticed that people avoided her. Some of them looked at her with fear and sadness. They seemed afraid of her . . . and for her. It seemed that everyone knew what had happened. How, she did not know.

Once she reached her sister's home, she resolved to search the whole house from top to bottom, to find her relatives. Starting with the attic, Lynn was horrified to find it burned out. The bodies of her housemates from back home sprawled amongst the rubble. It was obvious that they had been burned to death. Suddenly, Lynn realized that Jeff and Chris were dead because she had not been there to help them put out the fire.

The realization struck her hard. All of those dreams she had had this morning were real? How could that be? It seemed as if different realms of existence had begun to collapse together, causing mass destruction. As crazy as it sounded, it was the only explanation Lynn could come up with. How else could she explain her attic and housemates from California being in her sister's home in North Carolina?

The more Lynn searched for Kim, Emily and Joe the more frantic she became. She had to find Emily! That little girl was alone and lost in this broken, horrible world. For some reason, she was certain that Kim and Joe were fine but Emily - sweet, precocious Emily was in grave danger. Lynn searched the house from top to bottom twice and then the yard and neighboring yards. Finding nothing, she returned to her sister's home and waited in the living room, unsure of what to do next.

Only when the light of the sun awoke her did Lynn realize that she had fallen asleep again. She sat up straight, certain that she heard the echo of Emily's cry. Straining to hear, she sat stock still, listening.

Nothing.

Lynn ran back up to her room and packed her backpack with clothes: a pair of jeans, three T-shirts, two sports bras, panties and two pairs of socks. Then, she French-braided her hair, stuffed her toothbrush, comb, brush and a picture of Emily in the backpack. She packed only the bare necessities. There was a pause as she decided between her hiking boots and sneakers, finally deciding on the boots, figuring they would last longer.

The whole time she packed, she felt a sense of rightness and could almost hear Emily's laughter. Somehow, working on instinct alone, Lynn knew that she had to seek out and find Emily. She was out there in this world, waiting for her Auntie Lynn to bring her home.

The town looked much different in the daylight. Lynn knew this was not the Durham she arrived in just four days ago. Now, it looked like the aftermath of some apocalyptic war; like something from a Mad Max movie: Houses were boarded up and broken down. People lived on the streets or in decrepit cars. There were some makeshift houses from boxes and crates.

Lynn knew she was watched closely as she walked down the road. Everyone who saw her disappeared from sight. No one wanted to approach her, to be approached by her or to talk to her. It was a very strange feeling. Some of them even made a sign of protection as if to ward her off. It took Lynn a while to realize that it was not her really. It was her seeming association with the dark man and his Invincibles.

The few times Lynn tried to talk to people to ask if they had seen Emily, she was either ignored or rebuffed. It was very frustrating. This happened everywhere she went, following the thin trail she felt in her head. By mid-day she was hungry, tired, feeling very helpless and very alone.

She sat on an embankment facing the road she had been following with her head bowed in defeat. After a few moments, she pulled the picture she had of Emily from her bag and stared at it, willing the picture to give her a clue . . . something . . . to help her find her lost niece. But nothing was forthcoming except her tears that splashed against the picture frame. Lynn did not even have the sense of Emily's laughter or tears in her head anymore.

"Are you all right?"

The man's voice nearly startled Lynn out of her skin. She leapt up and whirled about, clutching Emily's picture to her. She stared at the man before her, at a loss for words. Even though he stood fifteen feet away, she could see that he had the most incredible, intense blue eyes. His tanned, weather-beaten face was the road map of a hard, determined life. His sturdy clothing spoke of dependence and durability. The scuffed shotgun at his side and the bandoleer of bullets across his chest told her of his ability to survive.

"Are you all right?" He asked again, watching her carefully.

"Yes. I'm fine." The words automatically left her mouth. She looked at him for a moment, know that if he had wanted her dead, she would have been dead already. There was just something about him and about the way he seemed concerned for her well being. Suddenly, she burst into tears. "No. I'm not all right. Nothing's all right. No one will talk to me. No one will help me. I don't know where I am. I don't know what's going on!"

He nodded calmly. "You should come away from the road. It's not safe to be so close to it." He unshouldered his pack and sat down.

Lynn looked around, picked up her bag then hesitantly headed up the hill towards the man. She wiped at her face, trying to stop her frustrated tears. Stopping about five feet from him she paused. "I'm Lynn." She offered.

"Jordan." he responded, as he found what he was looking for. "You hungry? I have some food." He pulled out a couple of small items wrapped in paper.

Her stomach answered for her with a loud, embarrassing growl. "Yes. Please." Lynn nodded. 'Food is the first way to get a shy animal to trust you. It shows a bond and a willingness to share.' The odd thought came unbidden to her mind.

"It's not much, but it's edible and sustaining." He looked up at her, squinting a little. "Please, sit." He indicated a spot at his side.

Once she was settled, he handed her a food bar of some sort. It seemed to be a hard-packed bar of cornmeal with a slightly odd, but tasty, flavor. For a minute or so, she was completely consumed with eating the corn-bar, munching on it, savoring the flavor and enjoying the feeling of it in her tummy. When she was finished she dusted her hands off on her jeans.

"Are you feeling better?" Jordan asked.

Lynn nodded, blushing as she realized that she had all but ignored him as she ate. "Yes. Somewhat." She looked at him and got the feeling of immense patience and understanding. She did not know where these feelings were coming from, but something told her she could trust him.

He did not look at her. Instead, he gazed off into the distance. "It sounds like you've had a hard time. Care to tell me about it?" He wanted to be sure that he did not scare off this woman by being too forward or aggressive.

For a moment, she said nothing. Then, she spoke softly, hesitantly telling him her tale. Suddenly, the words came tumbling from her mouth. All of her thoughts, everything she had experienced: From the multiple dreams that became reality, to the slaughter of the innocent people by the Invincibles, to the dark man and his words, to her quest to find her niece, to the fact that he was the first speak to her and finally, the fear that she had gone insane.

Jordan listened, asking a question here or there. He made no judgments on her story or speculations. He listened, nodded and then handed her another corn-bar and a canteen of water. "Lynn... you aren't crazy. At least, not from my point of view. However, when you hear what I have to say, you may consider me crazy." He smiled for the first time. "It's all a matter of perspective."

Lynn nodded, accepting the food and drink. "Please, what can you tell me?" This time, she ate slower, listening to Jordan. She could tell that there was a lot more to this man than met the eye.

He took a slow, thoughtful breath. "You aren't crazy. However, you aren't in your home realm. Home dimension … I don't know when you crossed over. I suspect it was no more than two to three days ago. Probably during the last realmquake. Sometimes, a realmquake will grab people from other times, places and bring them here. This is the only realm that will accept people like you . . . lost, from another time and place. This realm is constantly in flux. You'll notice soon enough that things, people, styles . . . everything will seem to change every couple of days."

Lynn shook her head, understanding the words but not the meaning behind them. "I don't understand. How did I get here? How do I get home? Why am I here?"

"Sometimes... people are deliberately taken from another realm and placed here. They have a quest to fulfill." He looked at her again. "I think, perhaps, you're one of those people." He reached out and touched the frame off Emily's picture.

"A quest? I have to find Emily?" Lynn searched his face. "When I find her . . . what happens?"

Jordan shook his head. "I don't know. I've never known anyone who's completed their quest." There was a sense of infinite sadness in his voice as he spoke.

That quieted Lynn for a time. But, as she looked at Emily's picture, she could feel her . . . sense her. She was not laughing or crying. She was just there. "I feel her again. She's here. Somewhere."

He nodded. "I'm not surprised." He stood, brushing himself off. "Come. You can travel with me and mine. I think I can help you on your quest." He shouldered his bag, picked up his gun and looked at her expectantly.

Lynn stood slowly, brushing the dust from her, considering him. Then, she realized that she had no where else to go. No one else to turn to. "All right." She shouldered her bag and followed him. "Where are we going?"

"Just over that ridge. That's where my camp is." Jordan pointed out a ridge about a mile away.

She nodded, then stopped. "Jordan?" He stopped, looking at her. "What were you doing all the way out here?"

He just looked at her for a moment with an unreadable expression on his face and then turned away, walking towards the ridge again without answering her. Lynn hurried to catch up to him. At the pace he set, all she could do was concentrate on keeping up with him. She knew he did it on purpose so that she would not ask anymore questions. She accepted that and continued on with him.

Lynn could hear the encampment before she saw it, but the sound did nothing to prepare her for what she saw when she crested the ridge. As she could do was stand there and stare at the movement below. There must have been a hundred people moving in, on and around what looked to be a circled train. There were several tents set up, children and dogs running around. And laughter. People were laughing. It was the first time all day that she heard the sound of joy. "This is your camp?" She asked.

"Yes. It is. That's the Pangborn Express. It's my train." He gestured to the people below. "They're my family. We've gathered together in need and found a home."

"It's wonderful! I didn't think I'd ever see a place like this."

"C'mon." Jordan started down the steep hill, helping Lynn keep her balance.

Lynn's pleasure gave way to discomfort and then a bit of fear. As Jordan led her into the camp, the people grew silent and stared at her. Some with fear. Some with pity. Some with anger. She pressed closer to Jordan who did not seem to notice his people's reaction to her. Soon, it seemed that everyone in the camp was following Jordan and her at a distance. She leaned close to him. "Where are we going?"

"You'll see." He kept his voice just as low as hers.

"They're upset. They don't want me here." She glanced over her shoulder at the growing crowd.

He took her hand in his. "It'll be OK."

"I'm scared." Lynn did not know why she admitted that to him.

Jordan glanced at her. "Trust me . . . Please." He gave her hand a little squeeze.

All she could do was nod and follow. He held his head high as he passed through his home. She saw that he led her directly towards one of the train cars that had obviously been set up as a back drop to a small, raised stage. She did not know why Jordan was leading her to it. Her heart hammered hard in her chest as they stepped onto the stage and waited. They looked out over the crowd that was strangely silent - for the moment. She could see the questions in their faces. And the fear. Jordan watched them, waiting for the questions to come. It felt like a show down of some sort.

They blinked first.

"What's she doing here?!" The question come from the crowd and broke the spell that was holding them silent. The crowd suddenly erupted in an incomprehensible babble of shouted questions and accusations. Jordan let them go on until they ran out of steam and realized that he was not going to say anything until they calmed down.

He took a step forward once things were quiet enough for him to speak. Lynn remained back, letting Jordan's body shelter her. He looked over the crowd, his eyes picking out particular people. "Who are we?" He asked. His voice was quiet but carried to the farthest person.

"The Pangborn Nomads." The crowd answered.

"Why are we here?" He watched everyone.

"To create a safe haven within the Realm Gone Mad." His people responded.

"Who do we give sanctuary to?" Jordan's intense blue eyes fell upon those who were shouting the loudest.

"Anyone who needs it." The crowd answered, more subdue. Some people turned away, shame faced.

Lynn listened to the words, feeling as if they were some sort of ritual; something for these people to live by. She was amazed at Jordan's ability to defuse the situation so easily.

"But... she'll bring the Darkman here." An older woman said.

Jordan turned to her. "This is true, Maggie. However, I am a target of the Darkman. My presence brings him here, too. Would you cast me out?"

She and others shook their heads.

"She's weak! How will she contribute to the whole?" Another man yelled out, the hate in his voice trying to mask the fear in his eyes.

Jordan turned to him. "Joseph... have you forgotten so quickly? Do you remember the day you first arrived here? Broken of body and of soul." Joseph's ears turned a bright red. Jordan continued before anyone else could say anything. "And you, Marla... do you remember your first day?" He turned to another woman. "Jennifer? What about you?" He picked out a few more people, gently reminding them of their past. Then, he was quiet for a few moments. "I know Lynn is a special case. That's why it's even more important that we welcome her in. The only way we can defeat the Darkman is to stand together as one." Jordan pulled Lynn forward at his side, his strong voice carrying the conviction of his words. "To protect those who need to be protected."

Lynn saw that Jordan's words turned most... but not all... of his peoples' opinion of her. She was no longer afraid of being cast out or lynched by an angry mob. She wondered why she was a special case and how everyone seemed to know her. It was confusing and frustrating. Most of all, there were no answers for her.

She watched as Jordan had the crowd disperse, watching the faces of those who cast looks in her direction as they returned to their normal patterns. Some smiled, some still scowled. But it was those faces without expression that frightened her the most. She did not know where she stood with them and that was a dangerous thing.

"Lynn, this is Tracy." Jordan interrupted her thoughts to introduce her to a pretty blond woman who kept her face carefully neutral. "She'll help you adjust to our lifestyle and find a place with us."

"Pleased to meet you." Lynn offered the woman her hand.

Tracy nodded a little with a tight smile and turned, looking away, ignoring Lynn's hand. "We'll start with chores and where you'll sleep."

Lynn dropped her hand to her side, feeling a little awkward. "Of course." She looked to Jordan. "What will you be doing?"

He glanced at Tracy and then gave her a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "I have things I need to do. I will see you both later."

Lynn and Tracy watched him walk away. Lynn felt the fear come back as she watched him disappear around one of the tents. Pushing all of that away, she turned to Tracy. "All right. Where do I start?"

Tracy scowled deeply. "Let's get one thing straight. I'm not your friend. I don't like you and I don't know why he's allowing you to stay with us." Her body was ramrod straight with tension and anger.

Lynn was taken aback by the vehemence in the blond woman's voice. "I'm sorry... what did I do?" She wished that she had not left Jordan's side. She did not feel safe anymore.

"You're a danger to all of us. You'll destroy our home." She snorted divisively. "You're one of them."

"Them who? What are you taking about?" Lynn was confused and concerned.

Tracy made a dismissing gesture. "Doesn't matter. What matters is that Jordan expects me to deal with you. So, I am. I don't have to like it, though." She turned and started walking away.

Lynn hurried to her side but said nothing, unsure of what she could say to this woman who seemed to hate her. They stopped outside a half tent. Tracy bent over a small pile of supplies. She thrust a sleeping bag into Lynn's arms. "You'll sleep there." She pointed to one side of the half tent. "We have to make sure there is enough water for our group and enough firewood for the ovens. I'm going to get the water. You need to get the wood."

"From where?" Lynn hated to ask, but did not know if there was a protocol that needed to be followed.

Tracy gave her a look usually reserved imbecile children and bad dogs. Speaking with slow condescension, she pointed first towards a hill to the South and then to the large box next to the half tent. "There's a grove of trees just over that hill. Go there. Gather branches. Make sure they're dry and come back here. You need enough to fill that box." She stood there, hands on her hips, waiting for Lynn to go.

Lynn thought to ask where she should stow her backpack but decided against it. With so many people unhappy that she was here, it might be best if she kept it with her for now. She spent the rest the afternoon into early evening gathering wood. The few times she did see Tracy, the woman either ignored her totally or changed directions, moving in the opposite direction.

Dinner was a large social event with everyone gathering to share talk and a meal. It was part meal and part entertainment. Lynn guessed that this was one of the bonding moments of the camp, that every night, everyone gathered together to share food and company.

Jordan had Lynn sit with him, much to the displeasure of many of the rest of his people. When he asked how things were going, Lynn just told him that everything was fine. She did not want to mention anything about Tracy, her actions or what she had said to her. Lynn had enough trouble to deal with without adding an enemy by 'telling on her.'

After Jordan was finished eating, he spent the rest of dinner time circulating amongst his people, listening to them, seeing how they were doing, solving small problems. Lynn smiled to herself as she watched, marveling at his ability to care for and lead these people. They really looked up to him. Watching him made her forget that she was alone for a while.

As she sat there by herself, watching these people, she felt someone watching her in turn. She glanced around, trying to pinpoint the sensation. Her eyes traveled over the camp in a slow sweeping motion. Lynn met the eyes of another young woman with long dark hair and dark eyes. When she realized that Lynn had caught her staring, the other woman broke into a sheepish grin and came over.

"Hi. I'm Joann." She offered her hand to Lynn.

"Lynn." She accepted the hand tentatively.

"Oh, I know. I mean, how can anyone not know?" Joann blushed. "Um. Well, I mean... here." She handed Lynn a small bottle of amber liquid.

"What is it?" It had a sweet smell.

"It's mead. My own brew. I thought... I mean, you were sitting here by yourself. I thought you might like some company."

Lynn smiled, gesturing to the spot next to her. "Please." She took a cautious sip of the mead and smiled broadly at the warm sweet trickle that warmed her from the inside. "Oh, this is good."

"Thanks. Be careful. It's strong." Joann smiled. "It should help you sleep."

"Oh, no worries of that. I was hauling wood all afternoon." She took another drink of the mead. It really was good.

"I was doing my chores, too. We all have a place and a function to fill here. That's why I like it. And Jordan... he's wonderful."

Lynn nodded. "What's his story? How did he become the leader of the Pangborn Express and the Pangborn Nomads?"

Joann sipped her bottle of mead. "Well..." Just then, a bell sounded three times and then three times again. She stood up and offered a hand to Lynn. "It's lights out. Time for bed. We get up early in the morning. Big day tomorrow."

Lynn stood. "Everyone's going to bed?"

"All except the watch. They'll guard us while we sleep."

"Guard us from what?"

Joann shrugged. "Monsters, thieves... the Darkman and his Invincibles..."

"Ladies?" Jordan stood behind them. "It's lights out." His manner was gentle but firm.

"OK. Night Lynn. Night Jordan." Joann waved and wandered off towards her tent.

Jordan walked with Lynn to her sleeping bag. "Good night Lynn... Please believe me that it'll get easier. I'll be here to help you."

"Thank you... So much." Lynn squeezed his hand and then settled in her spot to sleep, watching Jordan walk around the camp, making sure everyone was getting to bed. She wondered if it was always like this or if something special was planned for the next day.

Sooner than she expected, she fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

Lynn woke up, startled by someone roughly shaking her shoulder. The sun was already up and the entire camp seemed alive. Groggy, she looked up to see who was shaking her. It was Tracy, looking very unhappy, lips pressed together in tight disapproval. "Oh! I'm so sorry!" Lynn struggled out of the sleeping bag. "I didn't mean to sleep so late." In truth, she felt like she could sleep for another ten hours, easily.

Tracy crossed her arms. "When you finally wake up, you need to get water for the camp." Her tone was condescending.

Lynn nodded, too tired to do any except agree. She tried to smooth her hair down. "Where do I go?"

The petite blond woman pointed to the old fashioned water carrier. It was the kind that you balanced on your shoulders. Though, instead of pails, it had plastic jugs. "Take the water carrier to the north. You'll have to go over two rises and then, at the grove of trees, turn left. There will be a small stone well. It's about a half mile away."

"Ok." Lynn acknowledged and watched Tracy walk away. She looked at the water carrier and took a breath, still trying to wake up. Rubbing her eyes, she hefted the water carrier and headed towards the north. She saw, as she left the camp that it seemed to be the custom to stow all unnecessary items away. 'A neat camp is a healthy camp.' She thought as she woke herself up enough to do her task.

Lynn trudged over the first rise and stopped in dismay as she sighted the second rise. It seemed to be a lot farther away than just the half mile that Tracy said it was. Perhaps she was just out of shape. Lynn readjusted the water carrier on her shoulders and headed towards the second rise, determined to pull her weight but wondering why they camped so far away from the water. There were too many things about this world that Lynn just did not understand.

Panting as she made it to the top of the second rise, she was glad to see the grove of trees was within easy distance and even more glad to see that there was indeed a stone water well just to the left of the grove. She hurried up to it, ready to get the water and be done with it. She was hungry. She wanted breakfast. Though, it may be noon before she managed to get back to the camp with the water.

Dropping the pail into the well, she was rewarded with the sound of splashing water. As she began to wind the winch to be bring the pail back to the top of the well, the handle snapped off in her hand. Lynn stared at it in disbelief. How was she going to get the water now?

She looked around for something to help her fix the handle and found nothing, leaving her with just the hard short metal shaft to wind the winch. She knew it would be a slow pain procedure but it had to be done. She would tell Jordan about the broken handle when she got back with the water, so he could send someone more skilled to fix it.

A good hour, two bruised, numb hands and two full jugs later, Lynn was ready to head back to the camp. She knew water was heavy but she did not realize just how heavy until she hefted the water carrier onto her shoulders again. She staggered a little under the weight. It was slow going back. She had to get the right rhythm to have the swaying of the water jugs to help, rather than hinder, her.

As she neared the top of the second rise, Lynn heard the sound of a train whistle and an engine gearing up. She hurried to the top of the hill and was shocked to see that the whole camp had been broken down. The train, which had circled the camp for protection, was now stretched out in a straight line.

And it was moving.

Lynn was stunned for only a moment as the realization of her situation hit her full force. She was being left behind. She dropped the water carrier and sprinted recklessly down the hill towards the Pangborn Express which was slowly gaining speed. "WAIT! WAIT!" she cried, knowing that that train carried her only meager possessions in the world, including her picture of Emily.

"WAIT! PLEASE! WAIT FOR ME!" She screamed, expending precious air as she ran as fast as she could to catch up to the moving train. She saw a figure moving in the caboose pause in the window and then open the backdoor, stepping out on unstable platform. It was Jordan.

"RUN! HURRY! RUN!" Jordan yelled to her, knowing that once this train was in motion, he could not stop it. He was disturbed and angry. How could Lynn have been left behind? "FASTER! LYNN! RUN!" He tried to Will her to move faster towards the train. It seemed to work.

Lynn found the speed she need from within. With a burst of desperation and determination, she sprinted with everything she had. If she did not catch this train, she would loose all that she held precious in this world. It took her several tries before Jordan was able to grasp her outstretched hand and haul her onto the platform, both of them fell back into the caboose.

"I thought you were leaving me behind." She tearfully clung to his jacket. "I thought... I thought..."

Jordan held her to him as he demanded, "What happened? Why weren't you in the train?"

"I was getting water like Tracy told me to." Lynn half sobbed at him. As she told him the tale of being woken up and getting the water, she watched his eyes harden in anger.

He helped her stand and wiped away her tears. "It's going to be fine, Lynn. I'll deal with this. You're on my train and under my protection. That means something."

She nodded. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to panic and freak out. I just thought I was going to be left behind." She wiped at her face, blushing bright red with embarrassment. "I'm normally not so..." She gestured helplessly with her hands.

Jordan smiled easily. "I think I would have freaked out, too. I'm just glad I was doing my last walk through and spotted you. C'mon." He gestured to the door, to cross into the regular car. "I'll make sure you get your bag back, too."

Lynn crossed to the next train car, that seemed to be a storage car. She was thankful for the few seconds to gather her composure and hope her eyes were not bloodshot from her panicked tears. Jordan locked the door behind him and then took the lead, taking her through the next few cars filled with food, tents and other supplies.

As they passed into the first car with people in it, Jordan murmured to Lynn, "First, I have to assign you a seat. A regular place for you to stay when the Pangborn Express is in motion."

Lynn nodded to him, half afraid to be away from what seemed to be her only friend in this world. Then, she heard her name called.

"Lynn. Lynn! Over here." It was Joann. She smiled broadly. "I missed you this morning. I see Jordan's giving you a tour of the train."

"Yes..." Lynn murmured. "A tour." She glanced at Jordan who did not contradict her.

Joann looked to Jordan. "Did you assign her a seat? If not, the seat across from me is empty. Could she sit there?"

Jordan considered the two women and then turned to Lynn, his eyes questioning. Lynn nodded her agreement. He nodded. "Alright, Joann. Lynn can be your seat partner. Keep an eye on her and make sure nothing bad happens. OK?"

Joann grinned. "You can count on me, Captain!" She seemed quite happy with the task

He turned to Lynn. "I'm going to go get your bag. Joann will tell you the rules of the train." He paused for a moment, looking past her at something. Lynn turned to see what it was.

Through the window of the door, in the next train car, she saw Tracy standing there with a look of anger in her eyes as she tried for a neutral expression on her face. Jordan looked back to Lynn. "And I'm going to have a few words with someone." He squeezed her shoulder and then moved towards the other car.

Joann took her hand and led her to her seat. Toward the end of the train car was an old fashioned train seat in red and gold. Two cushioned benches facing each other. There was an antique white shade covering the window. "It's not much but it's just us for now. We're some of the newest people here, so we just get seats."

Lynn was a little distracted, watching Jordan and Tracy speak, both bodies tense with anger. "Just seats? There's something other than seats?"

"Oh yeah. The senior people get their own suites. Well, not suites. Little rooms with a lot more privacy. People who've been here the longest and have important jobs."

She watched as Jordan firmly gripped Tracy by the arm and began to lead her towards the front of the train. "Is... does Tracy have a room to herself?"

Joann nodded. "She was one of the original group who banded together to form the Pangborn Nomads." Lynn nodded as Joann looked over her shoulder to see Tracy and Jordan disappearing from sight. "I think she has a thing for him."

Lynn focused her attention back Joann once Tracy and Jordan were gone. "Who has what?"

"Tracy has a thing for Jordan. I think." She pondered aloud. "But, I think Jordan keeps turning her down. He's known her since she was little. He treats her like a daughter. But, I don't blame her for falling for him."

"Why's that?

"Oh, you know. Jordan's so nice and handsome. And he treats all the women like they're special. I've seen several hearts broken in the time I've been here. It helped me to not fall for him. But, I don't think he means to hurt anyone. He just doesn't… " She shrugged. "You know."

"Has he ever been with someone? You know, seriously?"

"Not that I know of. I've never seen him with anyone. Maybe because he's the leader and can't play favorites." She picked lint off her shirt. "I think it makes him the loneliest man here."

"How long have you been here?" Lynn asked, trying to turn the conversation away from her enigmatic rescuer.

"A couple of months, I guess. Time is weird here." Joann stretched out on her seat. "But, I like it. The Pangborn Nomads, that is. I have a place here. A purpose. I cook and I entertain. Those are two of my jobs."

"What do you think my job will be?"

Joann looked at Lynn in disbelief. "You already have your job. You don't need another."

Lynn was confused. "I do? What is it?"

Joann just shook her head. "You have enough to deal with."

It made Lynn frown. What was it that no one was telling her? There were too many questions and not enough answers. And none of it seemed to be getting her any closer to helping her find Emily.

The two women sat in silence for a few moments. Then, Lynn reached over to open the shade so she could watch the scenery. But, before she could lift the shade, Joann lunged across the space in-between them, grabbed Lynn's wrist tight and pulled it away from the still closed shade. "Never!" Joann hissed in a hushed whisper, eyes darting around to see if anyone else had seen Lynn's intended action. "Never open the shade when the train is in motion! You don't know how dangerous that is."

Lynn, startled, nodded. "I didn't know..."

Joann let go of her wrist. "I'm sorry. It was instinct. I didn't want you or me to get in trouble."

Lynn rubbed her wrist. "It's OK. Um... what's out there? Why can't we look?"

"We're ‘in-between’." She said it like it explained everything.

"That means nothing to me, Joann. Could you explain it in more detail?"

The dark haired woman looked away, not meeting Lynn's eyes. "I don't think so. You should ask Jordan. I thought he would’ve told you by now."

Lynn shook her head. "No. Not yet. No time, really." She looked around the car for a moment, then looked to Joann. "Um, where's the bathroom?"

Joann had already leaned back, her eyes closing. "It's up by the engines."

"Thanks." Lynn murmured as she headed carefully through the car towards the next one up. She traveled through several cars of people. It seemed that everyone was asleep or reading. No one paid too much attention to her. Those that did look up, she did not meet their gazes. She searched for any signs that might lead her to where the bathrooms were, but did not see anything that looked right. Too embarrassed to ask for help, she pressed onward towards the front of the train.

Two more cars and she passed into the first train car that seemed to be nothing more than a long hall with doors. ‘This must be where the private rooms are.’ She thought to herself. Suddenly, she found herself hoping she would run into Jordan, just to see him.

Lynn passed into the second car with private rooms and frowned. There was still no sign of a bathroom and her need was becoming a bit more urgent. The door at the end of this train car looked different than rest. It was a solid metal door. She listened, hearing the engines on the other side. “This is the engine area. There’s got to be a bathroom up here somewhere.” She muttered to herself. Why they did not have other bathrooms on this train was a complete mystery to her. She tugged on the handle to the metal door. It would not move. She tugged on it again.

“Whoa! What are you doing?!” A gruff voice from behind, and to her right, demanded.

Startled, Lynn jerked and spun around. An older man stood in the door way of one of the private rooms. He had silver gray hair, a full moustache and thin, black rimmed glasses. He stood about 175 cm tall and was in fairly good condition for a man his age. “I… I was just looking for the bathroom.”

“Then, why were you trying to open that door?” He peered at her curiously.

“Joann told me the bathrooms were up by the engines. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean any harm.” Lynn really did not wish to make any more enemies. She had enough as is. “Please, I really need a bathroom.”

The man nodded. “Two doors down, on the left.” He pointed and stepped back into his room so she could pass by.

“Thank you!” Lynn truly meant it as she hurried by him and found the bathroom door. A few moments later, she exited, feeling much relieved both physically and mentally. As she came out of the bathroom, she saw that the older man was still standing in the doorway, obviously waiting for her. “Um. Thanks again.” She said, offering her hand. “I’m Lynn.”

“Yes. I know.” He shook her hand, gentle but firm. “I’m John Bailey. My friends call me Grey. Do you have a last name, Lynn?”

“Baker… Lynn Baker.” He nodded and looked down as Lynn took a sudden small breath and smiled broadly. “A cat.” She whispered.

Indeed, from John’s room strolled a rather large, fluffy gray and white cat with yellow eyes. It wandered up to Lynn and sniffed her. Approving, the cat entwined its massive self through Lynn's ankles and looked up at her with an expectant meow.

“Yes. Two, actually.” John replied, watching his cat inspect Lynn.

A second tortoise shell cat, smaller than the first, ventured out of the room to sniff at the human that was now petting its’ peer. After a couple of cautious sniffs, that cat also rubbed itself against Lynn’s leg, marking her ‘approved.’

“Well, it seems my guys like you. Come on in for a moment.” John clicked his tongue and motioned the cats back into his room. Being cats, they took their time strolling casually back in as if to say, ‘I’m coming back in here because I want to and not because you told me to.’

The room was very small but comfortable. John sat in the only chair and gestured for Lynn to sit on his bed where the two cats joined her to receive their proper attention. John rummaged through a drawer and came up with a pipe. He lit it as he watch Lynn pet his cats.

“That one...” He said, pointing to the large one who had first inspected her. “… is Dolly, the Mega Cat. Or, just Dolly. And that one…” he gestured with his pipe again towards the tortoise shell cat. “… is Harry Cat.”

“Hello Dolly. Hello Harry.” She looked up. “I didn’t see these guys while I was in the camp.”

“They usually hide during the day. Does my pipe bother you?”

“No. Not at all. It smells good. Like cherry wood.” She paused and there was an awkward silence. “Um. So, what do you do, John?”

“Call me Grey. I used to run security for us but now I’m too old. I’m the Historian now. I keep the records of where we’ve been and what we’ve seen.”

“You know… I don’t think I’ve seen anyone smoking since I got here.” She tilted her head, considering him.

“It’s one of my perks. Tobacco is hard to find and expensive. I indulge myself so rarely these days. Mostly when we go In-between.” He puffed contentedly.

“Grey… what is … where are we when we’re 'In-between?' Jordan didn’t have time to tell me and Joann didn’t want to say.”

He pondered for a moment, considering her. "Jordan told you about how this realm changes, right?" She nodded. “Well, when we go In-between, we travel through the more chaotic areas to get to the most stable areas. You don’t really want to see what’s going on outside the train right now. It's pretty much akin to Hell. That’s why I stopped you from opening the engine door. You have to step outside before you can actually enter the engine.” He shook his head. “You probably wouldn’t have made it.”

That was a sobering thought. “So, whoever is driving… controlling the train sees everything that happens outside the train?”

“Yep.”

“Does Jordan drive the train?”

He shook his head. “No. We need him here. In case something goes wrong.”

“So… who’s driving?” She bit her lower lip, wondering what kind of person it took to drive a train into and back out of Hell.

“I don’t know. I’ve never seen them. I know I trust Jordan and that’s all that matters.”

Lynn had no answer other than to nod. The two of them spoke for a couple more minutes and then Grey excused himself to take a nap with his two sleepy felines. Lynn smiled and thanked Grey for talking with her. Then, she headed back through the train to her car.

She noticed that most of the people slept, wondering if it was the habit or if something else induced everyone to sleep. Perhaps it was a defensive mechanism. Lynn yawned feeling quite tired herself.

Joann gave a startled squeak as Lynn swung herself into her seat. “Flux! You scared me.” Joann’s eyes darted around to see if she disturbed anyone else. “Where’ve you been? I was starting to get worried.” She demanded.

“I was talking to Grey. He’s a very nice man.” Lynn settled herself comfortably in her seat, the excitement of the day finally catching up with her. “And I like his cats.”

She wrinkled her nose. “I’ve never liked them. What were you doing all the way up there?”

“You told me the bathroom was up by the engines. That’s where I headed. Grey had to stop me from opening the door to the engine… said I could’ve been lost In-between.” Lynn watched Joann’s reactions carefully, feeling a little paranoid.

Joann frowned and shook her head. “But, the engines aren’t all the way up there. They’re only two cars up…” She chewed her bottom lip and then her eyes widened. “Oh… OH! Chaos! I’m so sorry, Lynn. I didn’t mean the train engines. I meant the gas engines and generators we use for power when we camp. I really am sorry. I forgot you don’t know where everything is. Next time, I’ll just show you. I promise. Forgive me? Please?”

She was so beseeching and looked so miserable that Lynn’s cautious paranoia went away. “Of course. It is hard to learn everything all over again. I’ll just have to be sure to ask for specific answers.”

Joann relaxed. “Thank you.”

“No problem. Now, let’s get some sleep. I’m so tired I can barely keep my eyes open.” Lynn curled up on the bench with her jacket over her and yawned.

“OK. Sweet dreams. I’ll watch over you. No bad dreams… Promise.” Joann yawned and sat up straighter.

Emily and Lynn played happily together in the park. Emily waved her favorite pooh bear and laughed as Lynn chased her around. Suddenly, the toddler stopped and pointed. "Bad. Bad bad bad." She chanted. Lynn looked up and saw a man watching them. A man who filled her whole being with dread. She moved protectively in front of her niece, watching the man that watched them.

There was a buzzing in her ears as the man seemed to suddenly come closer, his pale face, black eyes and cruel mouth looming over her… it seemed too real to be just a dream.

Lynn blinked realizing this was not a dream as she woke up fully. That buzzing was the train in an uproar. Her eyes darted around, taking in the scene. Somehow, the Darkman and his Invincibles were on the train. The Invincibles stood in the back part of the train, weapons drawn while the Darkman stood next to Joann’s and her seats. Joann, terrified, had pressed herself against the window, looking like she wished she could become part of it. The rest of the people in the train had moved back away, if they could move at all. Some of them seemed frozen in their seats. Through Lynn's incredible fear, she was aware that many people were moving in the next train car.

Then, in her mind, Emily began to cry. It was a heartbreaking wailing cry of a baby lost and alone.

Suddenly, nothing was more important than finding that lost child. Nothing would stand in her way. Lynn's fear melted into anger as she slowly sat up, facing the Darkman.

"Ah, Lynn… together again." The Darkman cackled evilly. "I've missed you."

Fortified by the thought of her niece, Lynn stood and deliberately looked her enemy up and down. "Oh. It's you." She put her hands on her hips and scowled at him. "Don't you get tired of the gloom and doom thing? The Goth look has never been mainstream."

Taken aback by her seemingly unconcerned attitude, the Darkman stood up tall. "You dare speak like that to me?" His loud voice rumbled through the train, shaking it to its foundations. "I could destroy this train and everyone on it."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. If you really could have, you already would have. So, stop your posturing. What do you want?" She crossed her arms and glared at him. She was too angry to be frightened. At this moment, he seemed more absurd that frightening. "Aren't you hot in that long black coat?" She looked at it critically, wrinkling her nose.

Lynn looked around at that the rest of the people on the train that she could see. They were all silent and watching. Though, most of them were not watching her and the Darkman directly. It struck her that, somehow, they were watching this exchange in their heads. Somehow, everyone was seeing it. That explained why everyone seemed to know her and know about her association with the Darkman.

"Hot, you say? No, I'm not hot." Darkman purred at her. "But, I know how I can cool you down." He made a gesture and came up holding a large tumbler of ice. "You look like you could use it." His eyes deliberate trailed from her face to her chest, then down her body and back up.

Lynn looked down and was surprised to see herself wearing a pair of leather pants and a clingy, low cut shirt. She took a slow breath, suddenly feeling herself to be very, very aroused. It was incredibly embarrassing. But determined not to lose ground, she gripped the back of the seat and looked at him, using this feeling and look to her advantage. "You know, red just isn't my color. Don't you have something in green or purple. I like those better." She deliberately took a deep breath, watching him through her eyelashes.

Darkman stepped closer to her, brandishing the tumbler of ice like a weapon. "I will do it. I do what I say. I always have."

"So, shut up and do it." Lynn shrugged languidly and dared him, holding the top of her shirt open in invitation.

He leaned forward, slowly dumping the tumbler of ice into Lynn's shirt, causing her to gasp and goose bumps to chase themselves over her skin. The Darkman looked quite pleased with himself at her reaction.

She opened her eyes and looked at him. Then, suddenly loosing the air of sensuality she had, she stood up straight and shook her head. "Men." She muttered, her voice dripping with condescension. "So typical. Well, is that all you've got, O'Mister-High-&-Mighty-Evil? A cup of ice in my shirt? Was that supposed to frighten me? Embarrass me?" She shook her head again and started to laugh. "What's next? Snapping my bra strap?"

He snarled at her, truly angry now. Lynn felt her fear spike but would not… could not… back down. Something vitally important was riding on this unknown competition between the Darkman and her. "No. That's not all I have!" He whipped out two white index cards from his coat. "That was a little warm up, Lynn. Just a tiny show for my pleasure."

Lynn shrugged. "Fine. And now that the show’s over, this ice is cold." She untucked her shirt and let the melting ice fall from her shirt. She watched it fall and clatter to the floor, thinking on how the sound reminded her of a rain shower.

The Darkman looked at the two cards in his hand. "First, you must..." He stared hard at the card and mumbled. "Turn ice into rain." Lynn raised an eyebrow at him and glanced to the floor as the whole car suddenly cheered at the irony of it. The Darkman waved his hand impatiently, quieting everyone. "Second, one of my personal favorites..." He sat down next to one of the passengers, leaning against the terrified woman. "You must tell me when the Charles Dickens' book, "Oliver Twist" was first written. It's always been one of my favorites. So many people dying..." He confided to the trapped woman.

"It was first written between 1837 and 1839 in episodes as part of a newspaper. It didn't become an actual book until much later." Lynn waggled a finger at him. "That was a trick question."

The crowd cheered again as the Darkman scowled and tossed the cards into the air. He stood abruptly, leaning close to Lynn. "You haven't won, yet. I will have you. Then…" He left the threat hanging in the air as he laughed.

The Darkman stalked from her, towards the back of the train. With a wave of his hand, a shimmering portal appeared. The Invincibles walked through it, one by one. Just before the Darkman reached the portal, he stopped and turned. Looking at Joann, his eyes blazed. "You failed me. You know the consequences." He raised his hand and made a tight fist.

Joann yelped in fear and looked frantically to Jordan. Raising her hands to ward him off, Joann begged. "No. Please!" Then, she simply disappeared.

When Lynn looked back, the Darkman and his portal had disappeared as well. The entire train erupted in a happy cheer. Lynn looked down and saw a folder lying at her feet. She picked it up opening it. There were eight pockets. The first pocket was filled with the two cards that Darkman had held. She looked at them, feeling confused.

Then, a woman walked up next to Lynn. A beautiful woman dressed as a train conductor. She wore a navy blue pleated skirt, a maroon and navy blue jacket and the gold braided conductor's cap. Lynn looked at her, entranced by her beautiful green eyes. Vaguely, she noticed that no one else except for Jordan seemed to notice her.

She pointed to the title of each pocket. Lynn read them but could not remember what they said. The woman spoke to her, pointing at the folder. Lynn felt the mysterious woman's words more than heard them. "Follow the path laid out before you and you will find that which you so desperately seek. At the end, all will be as it should. But, beware, the Darkman will seek to stop you. The fate of many is in your hands." She looked significantly to Jordan, then smiled a soft, sad smile.

Lynn looked at Jordan, eyes questioning and saw the anguish in his face. She turned back to the mysterious woman conductor but she had disappeared, along with the folder.

Jordan put his hand on her arm. "You did well, Lynn. Thank you for protecting the train… and for finding the traitor."

She looked at him, seeing the calm mask that hid his pain once more. She could tell that this was costing him a lot. "Please, Jordan. Please will you now tell me what's going on?"

With a silent nod, he led her towards the front of the train to his room.

Based on the dream: All Aboard

Emily

Darkman

The Invincibles

Jordan

Joann

Tracy