At the next stop. The young mother and her four burdens get off. At the stop after that. The teenagers and their interconnected window worlds get off.
Now it is only the homeless man and I. The homeless man and I. A new sitcom coming this fall to Fox. A quirky but shy twenty something and a drunk but
misunderstood baby boomer. Traveling the CITY, there is really only one, a cancer replicating across the globe, by train solving crimes. Its the Odd
Couple, meets Scooby Doo, meets anything on HBO. I smell an Emmy and pee. Since I am on a train.
I look up and at the homeless man. He is still passed out. I study his face. I count his dirt spots and wrinkles. When I get to the number twenty
three. His eyes pop open. They are all white. He shakes his head and begins to look towards me. Before our eyes meet. The train enters a tunnel and it
goes dark. I try to listen for footsteps. All I hear is the thwump, thwump, and electric fizz of the train as it wars with the tracks. If the
homeless man gets up and freaks out in a drug fueled rage. I want to be ready. I do not need some homeless guy giving me HIV. By trying to eat my face
off. Because he is hopped up on bath salts. Do bath salts give you all white eyes.
Let there be light. The train shoots out of the tunnel. The homeless man is standing right in front of me. He is looking down at me with ice hot hate
in his all white eyes. His shadow dances and his soul sings. He spits in my face and puts a foot in my groin. In this position he reminds me of an
evil Captain Morgan.
Evil Captain Morgan then puts a hand on my chest and says, “Hallelujah..Hallelujah..The day of judgment has arrived. The destroyer of worlds walks
amongst us. You have become death, son of forever. I witness your birth and I weep in joy. The malformed children who dosey doe on my black heart
welcome you. To this place in this time..Hallelujah..Hallelujah.”
Evil Captain Morgan then falls backwards and begins to shake. Blood starts pouring from his eyes, nose, mouth, and ears. His chest explodes outwards
and ants begin to crawl out of the cavity. As the ants pour out, the homeless man sings, “The ants go marching one by one, hurrah, hurrah. The ants
go marching one by one, hurrah, hurrah. The ants go marching one by one. The little one stops to bite my thumb. And they all go marching down... to
the ground. To get out of the blood, BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!”
On the last BOOM! The world explodes outwards. My brain blinks. I feel every atom in my body contract, then expand. I become one with it all. I am the
young Hispanic mother. I am the teenagers. I am evil Captain Morgan. I am God. I am Lucifer. I am everything. I am nothing. I feel myself come undone.
I feel my body being destroyed. I feel the train going with me. I GO BOOM.
“How long do you think until he reassembles?,” says the Blur.
“You never can tell with these abstract avatars. It could be a day. It could be a month. It could be a year. It could be never. It all depends on
his willpower. He has to rebuild himself molecule by molecule,” says the chihuahua.
“We have to have someone here around the clock. Maybe Mr. L or Super Cool Awesome Girl. When he reappears. We have to get to him first. If we
don't... Well, you know better than I boss. The other team worships these world killer level guys. He took out three train cars when he exploded this
time. Next time it could be a city. A continent. The whole world.” says the Blur.
“It is what it is. You know the recruitment speech. I gave it to you myself. Time is a river and all that jazz. The war has happened and it will
happen again,” says the chihuahua.
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