Noel woke suddenly, confused. It was light out. The landscape outside his train window was unfamiliar. He had boarded the crowded car the previous night heading home from work. Now there was just him and a boy about ten, sniffling and scared, seated three seats in front.
He tried calling his boss, who would be furious if he were late, but his cell battery was dead.
He walked to the boy and attempted to calm him. What was happening? Where did everyone go?
Suddenly the train stopped and the door slid open. He took the boy's hand and led him down the three steps to the grassy ground. All around them were trees and bushes. As soon as they hit the earth, the door closed and the train resumed its journey. No one else had gotten off.
Where are we? the boy asked. There was a rustling in the bushes. Osana Bin Laden and Saddam Hussein appeared and suddenly it all made sense.
Noel wondered who was on the next train.
Anybody here play cards? Saddam asked.
Who's the babe? Osana asked.
Noel flinched. Leona Helmsley sauntered out of the trees.
Anybody got any wine, she asked gruffly. I haven't had a drink in ages.
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