It cannot be a good sign when the driver runs away.
The bandits boarded the train quickly, with a riotous, searing fanfare.
It was over in elongated seconds.
I am left pondering my wound and wonder if I should just have let them have it.
I am without pain, yet my essence seeps slowly between my fingers, pooling where I sit.
Pinpricks of dancing light appear around me. Caressing. Soothing. It is peaceful.
My eyes roll and become heavy. Abuzz with sensation, I am looking at myself from across the carriage.
The safe door is open.
And she is gone.