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I quickly ran out of the train car... possibly the only remaining train car. The outside world, covered with snow, tingling below my shoes, was flooded with talkitive people, managing to have conversations after what just happened. What was wrong with these people? In all honesty, I couldn't see myself talking to anyone at this point in time. Were we really trapped here? Was it possible that there was no way to get out? How would we survive here. I couldn't manage to move my nearly frozen legs, for my mind was caught up in a medly of thoughts. I couldn't stop running the same questions through my head long enough to even take my steps in the snow. I felt frozen in time... yet, everyone and everything around me seemed to be moving, as if I was the only one in my particular situation. I quickly shook my head, as if shaking thoughts from my mind in an attempt to relax, and be able to move. Would we have to ban together? Or could I keep to myself, being the only American here. I felt left out... was that normal?

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It stunk. Trains didn't usually, did they? The smell wasn't exactly a smell with a description- kind of like a doctor's office or being at the dentist, except it lacked that subtle hint of latex and everyone's deep fear of getting a needle even if they didn't think it that scary.
The train was noisy and filled with talkative passengers trying to make the next few hours pass by faster. It seemed like a nice idea to Abi, but she was more focused on her phone which she hoped would be promptly receiving a phone call, or in the least a text, from her fiancée. She still hadn't gotten used to saying or thinking that. Nor was she was able to settle with the idea of being Mrs. Andrew Collins. But, the thought did make her grin and cause little butterflies to flutter around in her stomach.
Abi turned to the late window beside her and watched the scenery pass by. It may have gone by in a blurr, but what was clear to her vision was oddly calming. A winter wedding in a large church. It hadn't been her first thought, but Andrew's parents were leaving in the summer so it had to be a lovely late November wedding. A beautiful, magical, life changing, late November wedding. Again, the made her smile. An over-happy smile she declared as she saw it in her faded reflection in the window.
Abi turned from the window as the neared the bridge and gazed at the group of people huddled in their seats dressed in their winter coats and thick scarves- each an attempt to keep out the cold of the cold winter. They all looked very warm where as Abi had just a simple leather jacket and a scarf. Not very warm at all.
She sighed and looked down at her phone that sat on her bag in stubborn silence. It was becoming an annoying silence actually. She hated feeling annoyed. It was pleasant and it waisted her valuable emotions.
She reached down to grab her cellular device, but was stopped roughly just as her fibers grazed it by a violent shaking of the train and loud eruption of noise.
Her heart seemed to stop and Abi hardly had any time to even contemplate any thoughts or ideas of what just happened before a second shaking of the train and noise loud enough to nearly deafen a person- which is an over exaggeration, of course. But Abi did finger herself covering her ears and digging her nails into her hair, or rather her scalp as her long blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail.
The sound had barely even echoed through their car before it began to feel like it was tipping forwards- actually, it was tipping forwards. Items set closer to isle or near everyone's legs began sliding forwards down the isle and through everyones legs. If the screams hadn't begun before, then they surely started now. Children cried and people scream and metal seemed to be moaning. But was worst of all, what instilled that most fear, was the sound of water. The frozen water that had frozen under the bridge. Abi wasn't sure how close they were to being sunk beneath the ice- unless pieces of bridge had cleared away enough ice to let water flow within the cars.
There's was a sudden jolt that knocked the breath out of Abi, and suddenly everything stopped. All the noise, the commotion, and all the worry of drowning. Well, at least for a second, anyways.
Abi released her hands from her head and almost heard the muscles in her fingers cry in relief. A few shards of glass dropped onto the floor, and a few more followed when she turned her head to look at the rest of the passengers. They seemed to be doing the same. Their eyes wide and filled with horror as they stated at the destruction around them.
Abi un-buckled and sat back, taking it all in. It couldn't be real, she must be asleep. I must be. She tried to erasure herself of this, but most of her knew that there was a good chance they were hanging from an old support system to keep trains out of the water.
She turned from the panicked faces and leaned out the widow to get a better look at the situation. It was a stupid idea, an act of some hint of impulsive behavior that was nestled deep inside Abi.
It wasn't a good sight. But what had she expected? A flat set of cushions beneath them and a perfect looking set of passenger cars lined up behind them? All she saw was charred bridge and titled cars while two of the ones above them seemed to be jammed on a metal piece of track. For some reason, that did not relieve Abi. Should it? She simply retreated back in as the panic erupted once again. Questions, wails of pain, and screams from
Children and adults alike broke the strange silence. She noticed others were doing what Abi had done, taking a view of the rest of the train. It was probably more common sense then an act of impulse.
She stood up and wobbled out of her seating area, finding it hard to get her own balance when the train was off it's. This was horrible. Frightening. Utterly shocking. That was all Abi could come up with in her state of shock. She must have been as white as a fresh marshmellow.
She gripped one of the chairs like her life depended on it- which it probably did. It was like trying to scale a wall the angle was so poor.
"I-is everyone all right?" It was the obvious question. And the answer was equally obvious. Of course they weren't all right. Abi wasn't all right. Her voice shook jut as much as she did. And she wouldn't doubt it if no one heard her- she didn't doubt that she was as quiet as the mice that once scuttled along the walls of this train. She couldn't be this week- it wasn't like her. She was that girl who gave everyone hope, but instead. He was here in the train with everyone else. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to settle her nerves while everyone carried on as her shoes fought for their grip on the isle way.

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Notes: I'll post for Aaron later. My thumbs hurt.

Everyone else- feel free to post your introductory reply.

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British accents and silly complaints about things like uncomfortable seating or a rather unpleasant smell. Just be grateful you can afford a train of this value. Aaron thought in annoyance, glaring out the window. Sure, the train did stink and the seats were quite uncomfortable, but seriously. Keep it to yourself. The train had barely been rattling along for an hour and Aaron had already been annoyed. Of course, he wasn't going to snap at the Un-grateful buggers as he wasn't that annoyed. Just enough to make him glower and shoot death glares at innocent snowflakes.
Finally calming down, Aaron turned and leaned back against the seat, letting a long and rather loud sigh in the process. He didn't care if people that he was rude. It's a free country. He could sigh if he wished. Aaron remembered one of the conversations he had with a friend a few days back. 
'I don't know why people make a big deal out of little things.' He had said after being lectured about speaking his mind about what of the many silly rules his university had. Only proper sports sneakers aloud for sports. He knew that rule and had obeyed without question- up until he forgot his gym shoes and had to wear some black high tops. He wasn't allowed in a game of football. He could have sat out like a good student that he usually was, bur he didn't. He made a little speech about freedom smtp wear what he wishes and prompty received re directions of the dean's office. 
His friend had just shrugged and sipped his coffee. Aaron didn't have many friends who shared his view over the world. Then again, he wasn't a social person so he wouldn't know.
He looked over at the people, spotting and impatient looking young lady and a women with a sleeping baby beside a very large man. He wondered where they were all going. Well, obviously Reading, but where in re city. Mentally shrugging the thought off, Aaron turned back to the window and watched the outside world go by. He spotted a small black blurr whisk by in the air. Airplane. He tried to find it again but it had been lost in the clouds that continued to puff out cold air and snow. All parts of the horrible winter. It may by have been nice in the summer with the rain and everything, but he would certainly take that over blurry snow. Though, he ha often complained about the rain just as much. But rain left puddles and dried up in the sub that came shortly after, where as snow melted into puddles and slush and snowed again before it could dry. Thinking about it made Aaron realize how much he was not looking forward to the spring and all it's messy glory. Of course it ended after a while, but they still had to deal with the temporary mess.
His thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a loud noise that could be none other then an explosion. He'd know since he spent some of his lonely Friday nights watching action and thriller movies that lacked any romantic additions. Most of which included repetitive explosions and car chases. 
He leaned forward and covered his head, an instant reaction that didn't need much thinking. The train seemed to shake as glass near the depth shattered. Only a matter of seconds was given to the passengers to get their bearings straight before a second explosion rocked the car and shattered windows. To Aaron, after the second explosion, things seemed to slow to a slow-motion trance. He peaked around his arm as best he could and saw loose items rolling down the isle at the same time as Aaron felt himself involuntarily leaning backwards against the seat.
Suddenly, the train jolted to a stop of what he guessed was tipping forwards. 
He barely caught the sound of something breaking and then the sound of the water that had once been frozen beneath the bridge that had been nearing. Then the frightening thought hit him. It turned his blood to ice and a bunch of possibilities of how they would come to a slow death flooded his head. He had hoped his fear hadn't shown on his face- then again, if someone were to try and see his face, they'd have to kneel down infront of him as he was holding his head and his face was inches from his knees. Everything had stopped so he wasn't sure why he was still like this. His quick solution to their situation thudded on his skull once again while he repositioned himself. They were hanging off the bridge with possibly half the cars ahead of them submerged into the ice-cold water. There were only two cars ahead of you.. a little voice in his head told him. Which would mean the conductor... He shook his head. He was not going to even let the thought finish. The horrible and disgusting thought of the conductor's condition.

A female voice was barely audible over the noise of panic and realization of what was going on. Something about if they were alright. Obviously they weren't. Two explosions and now they were hanging on a slant above the water with lord knows what keeping them from their cold and undeserving death.

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Notes:

@LoudGhozt - Eeryone is in the same train car not on land.

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[Gene]

.Bianca Garnet Hastings.

Bianca looked out of the window with a sigh. She was bored. Unbelievably bored. The trip wasn't supposed to be long, but it sure seemed like it was. She had brought a single book with her of about three hundred pages. She never even thought about what would happen if she read a lot at the airport, leaving only about twenty pages for the ride on the train. She felt the urge to smack herself on the head for her stupidity.
Bianca was one of those girls that wanted to do something more with their life than be a little housewife and raise children. This being so, she had set a goal of travelling all around the world to see what there was to see. She was not a novice in travelling, but this was her first train ride. It wasn't much of a novelty to her and it wasn't exciting, so it did nothing to entertain her. Listening to all of the grumbles and complaints of those around her annoyed her to no end, adding to her discomfort. She wished they'd all just shut up, especially when she felt a headache building.
Bianca watched the trees and snow that the train raced past with her chin resting on the palm of her hand. Staring out the window, doing absolutely nothing, didn't last her very long. She tried to turn her mind off and just sit there without thinking, but her gears were always turning. She was always thinking about something. In this case, it was about how bored she was. This reminded Bianca so much of school, where her intelligent mind was left to wander. The other kids that managed to get good grades and didn't break the rules spent their time thinking about books and other assignments. Not Bianca. She was imagining what the next prank she would pull on her teachers was.
Bianca had her laptop in the bag that rested on the seat next to her, but what did that hold that could entertain her? A game of tetris, maybe a conversation via e-mail with her mother. How entertaining, she thought with sarcasm. So it stayed where it was, untouched.
Bianca shivered slightly in her seat. Her aunt told her that it was 'chilly' at this time of year. Bianca had no idea how cold it could become, and she was definitely not prepared for it. She lived in California, near LA, and she was not used to this weather. How anyone could live here was beyond her. Sure, snowball fights and sledding was fun for a while - she could accept that and would enjoy it - but she could not stay here all winter long. She was glad she was only going to be at her aunt's for a few weeks.
Bianca could practically hear the clock in her mind. Tick, tock, tick, tock.
Then something happened that knocked her completely out of her stupor.
There was a gigantic explosion that vibrated through the ground and made Bianca grab the underside of her chair to keep herself steady. In all of her twenty-two years, she had never been in any sort of vehicle related accident, but she was certain this was going to be her first one. She thought of what could happen if something caught fire and touched the gas. The train would go up in flames within seconds. She was even more frightened when another explosion rocked the train.
Bianca's mind was a flurry of different positions that were supposed to keep you from seriously injuring yourself and ways she could escape. She seriously considered running to the back of the train and jumping out. Whatever she would have done didn't happen, though, because the train started tipping forward. The sound of shrieking metal reached her ears. She watched her laptop slide from the seat beside her, hitting the ground and starting to slide down the aisles.
All of a sudden, everything stopped. Then she heard the a sound worse than even the groaning of the metal that held them up. It was the sound of the rushing water, freezing and powerful. She looked out of her window nervously, just to see what was happening. They were precariously balanced just above the water. The cars in front of them were underwater and she knew that all of their occupants were dead. Her blood was suddenly as cold as the water itself.
When the girl asked everyone if they were alright, Bianca couldn't keep herself from snapping sarcastically, "What do you think?" Her nerves were already strung tight and that was all she needed to be set off.

[aberdeen]

//T y l e r\\

"And nothingness is bliss.
When you're shooting to miss.
I wish those days like I wish the plague.
I'm pushing at the wind.
Now I'm pulling the 'chute."

The chatter of the other passengers and the faint sound of a song playing though the one earbud of his IPod that still worked where to much of a familar sound, Tyler took the train quite often. So often so that the annoying banter of the two people beside him and that unpleasent hardly even phased Tyler anymore. His pale green eyes stared boredly out of the frosted window; he watched with mild interested at the snow dusted forest as the train rushed it's way down the tracks.
A bady in the row behind him started whining, with a sigh of slight annoyence he put up the hood of his black and leaned agianst the window. He closed his eyes and turned up the volume of his music trying to drowned the sounds of the train out and pretend he was somewhere else. Some where less cold, it was a chilly day even for Tyler how was never much of a wuss when it come to the temperature and even with his flannel black and red paid shirt and moderately heavy black coat leaning agaianst the window it was pretty cold.
Oh well. He thought in a while he would be in Reading meeting up with his band members and gettinf ready to play there first real show; even if it was just at a shady pub downtown it was better than nothing. Heck anytime he got to play his gutair was a good time and getting paid for it was even better. He made a mental note to make sure that he didn't spend all of his earnings at the bar after the show. Wondering about if his friend were in the city yet Tyler took out if phone and dialed one of their numbers.
A sudden crash, a explosion shook the train car with unbelivable force. Tyler droped his phone and braced himself; one hand on the window the other gripping the arm rest of the seat. he closed his eyes to shocked to even look around and see what was going on. He just frozen up really. The screams and paniced shouts of passengers seemed like distant background noise. A second blash pulled Tyler unwillingly back to reality. The streech of metal, terrified people and rushing water. Was what stood out the most to Tyler. He opened his eyes and looked around wided eyed at the objects sliping down the slated floor and the people scammbling trying to find a safe place that didn't exist. He turned and looked out the window, train cars before them had disdpeard into the black deathly cold water that appeard as if it was about to shallow them to at any minute. His heart rate was out of control his breathing shallow. Tyler closed his eyes for a moment then re-opened the getting a hold of himself for the most part anyway.
Tyler stood up just wanting to get away from the window and the sight of the water. Among other things he heard a girl ask if every one was alright and another womans bitter reply. Tyler bit his lip for he had a pretty sarcastic reply in mind aswell but thus was no time to get all snippy he reminded himself. Tyler's whole body was tense and it was even colder in here than before. He looked around assesing the damage he decided that the future for this train car looked just as bleak as the fate of the first two cars.

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[♥Cheshire's_Heart♥]

"Until the ice breaks, and we all go down, I'll be here to help. I'm a usable pawn until the end, just use me wisely because sometimes, it may be your last move."

•Celeste Bonnet•
"Bonjour mes amis, I bid you, adieu."

The ratta tat tat of the gears on the moving train rumbled through her ears and their journey north to Reading continued. Soon Celeste would be welcomed with opened arms to her dear sister's house and be filled with joy at the sight of her baby, and Celeste's new niece. They had named her Scarlet. A very beautiful name to Celeste, and one she had been quite fond of since childhood, and through her adolescence. The thoughts of the warmth and comfort that would overcome her when seeing her sister again from such a long period of separation kept Celeste's mind occupied as the train proceeded. There was one thing on her mind through that she kept making such a fuss over. Could she be a good aunt? After all, if something were to happen to her sister Camila and her husband Peter, Celeste would be the one who resumed guardian over the child. Frankly this would be a highly unlikely event but what if the child grew to hate her? That would prove to be most troubling if anything were to happen. Shaking her head a it to herself with a small, bantering laugh, Celeste decided that she was over thinking this whole situation. After all she had known for a whole nine months that she was to be an aunt, and this was the first she was worrying about it. It should really only be the mother and father worrying about these sorts of things and Celeste really couldn't bare that sort of responsibility yet.

Sighing contently to herself, Celeste leaned back and started to day dream. She wondered how this child would look and act as it grew older...after all Celeste would be living in another country so she wouldn't just be able to pop in at any given time for a quick visit. Even with her family’s wealth she was aware that she couldn't go wasting it on things that were direly needed. Interrupted from her thoughts by the vibrating of her phone in her pocket, Celeste was taken out of her thought to look at the text she had received from Albert. Albert had once been her fiancé, but Celeste was only 18 at the time, Albert had been 20. So, naturally, Celeste's father refused to accept the marriage until Celeste was older. Soon after that they broke off the engagement and although they decided to wait for each other, they really needed to see other people, since the biggest feeling they had for each oter was just a very strong friendship.

The text read, "Hallo Celeste, ich wollte nur, um Ihnen mitzuteilen, dass ich das wirklich fantastisch Mädchen ernannte heute Lesiel erfüllt. Wir haben einen Termin für diesen Freitag gesetzt, und ich wollte Ihnen zeigen, ein Bild von ihr. Was denken Sie?" This was German for: Hi Celeste, I just wanted to let you know that I met this really fantastic girl today named Lesiel. We have set up a date for this Friday, and I wanted to show you a picture of her. What do you think? The text came with a photo attached, and Celeste looked at this new girl of his. She was fairly pretty, with long, wavy, blond hair and light freckles. She had sky blue eyes, and a nice figure. Celeste smiled slightly, and replied back. "Albert! Ich habe nichts von dir in einer Weile hörte. Sie beschäftigt viel? Heh. Wie auch immer, ich glaube, sie sieht sehr schön. Besser auf sie zu halten oder Sie könnten in einigen Schwierigkeiten geraten." Which was German for: Albert! I haven't heard from you in a while. You busy much? Heh. Anyway, I think she looks very lovely. Better hold onto her or you might run into some trouble.

After hitting the send button, Celeste put her phone back into her coat pocket and looked back up. She noticed a few people shivering in their thin coats. Celeste had come prepared for this. France had a similar climate to England, and in this time of year it was cold. Plus, she had gone to England for business, and was very familiar with the climate. Celeste had on a thick, stylish black peacoat with a modern round buckle slightly in front of her right hip. Celeste was wearing a maroon skirt, but the lack of pants didn't make her any colder. She was wearing thermal tights. Yes, they were real things too! They were like thermal underwear and leggings mixed together. They retained heat as well as thermal underwear did, but they were stylish, and very attractive like leggings. They had a fancy, lace pattern that was a shade darker than her skirt. On her feet she had boots that travelled halfway up her shins and were lined with gray faux fur. She had on some thermal socks under her boots. They weren't attractive, but the boots hid them and made her feet nice and warm. Under her peacoat Celeste was wearing a thick, black, turtleneck sweater that was slightly too big for her for the faux fur cufflings on the sleeves could be over her hands slightly. Under that she had a nice, long sleeved maroon shirt and under that she had a gray undershirt. On her hands she wore gray gloves that she lined with faux fur also, and had cufflings similar to her sweater’s. On her head she had faux fur earmuffs that were very puffy and resembled the gray, winter coat of a rabbit. One top of her ear muffs was a wool knit barrette that kept the top of her head nice and warm. Around her neck, mouth, and nose was a huge, thick scarf that had black and gray stripes from end to end. She was pretty warm to say it simply. Even though she had on four layers she still had a wool blanket over her legs and on her seat to keep her legs and bottom from freezing against the interior materials of the train.

Up to this point Celeste had been content with this train ride, she had been prepared for the cold, and for her boredom, plus she had gotten to speak to Albert briefly, as well as her sister earlier in the train ride. All was well...until she heard the explosion that is. Instantly being jerked forward so that she had slammed against the seat in front of her, panic spread through every limb and pore in her body faster than a blink of an eye. Then a second explosion, and Celeste's head was once again thrusted against the chair in front of her. Cursing loudly in both French and German, Celeste gripped her stinging, raw forehead. The train car started to slip foreword, and if Celeste's personal belongings had not been clenched between her legs as a reaction to the pain, would also be sliding downward with the others. Celeste heard screams, and cries, and pleas for help; and then there was a silence. Everyone seemed to have that horrid sinking feeling in their chests as they heard the sharp cracking of ice, and the moaning of the bending metal. As soon as the motion had stopped, Celeste leaned quickly over to her window, and pulled it down, letting the cold winter air blow in. Looking out in front of her with wide eyes she realized the seriousness of their situation. The train was half submerged in water. The conductor and other passengers were probably dead, and he was n the last car remaining on land, and it was only a few, unbalanced proportions from also slipping away to a cold, watery grave. Pulling her head back in quickly, she clutched her seat with both hands, and felt her heart pounding wildly. There was a ringing in her ears before they went numb, and the muffled noise returned.

One woman called out to the other passengers, as if to see if everyone was safe for the moment. Celeste was still to speak for a few more moments, but she did answer. "Eh, yes, I'm...I'm quite alright I think...just a few, slight bumps on the head is all. No serious bleeding." Celeste had a very obvious French accent although her speech was very familiar to the way the British spoke. If you listened very closer to her voice, she also had a slight German accent as well, but only a hint since she had only stayed there long term for a few months before returning to France.

"If you're in a rut, or just simply have nothing to do, call me; anytime, anyplace. I will never be too busy to be your friend."

•Jack Billiard•
"Hey there, care to talk for a while?"

The steady motion of the train was like a strong, but gentle rhythm in his head. Only three more days until little Jenifer turned eleven, and her big brother Jack was going to give her the best present ever...he just had to find it and get it first. Using the hotspot feature in his phone, Jack was searching the web to find a perfect gift for his youngest sister. If he ordered it now it still might not arrive until the week was over, but waiting made getting the gift all the more satisfying didn't it? Jack sure thought so for some reason, and kept surfing. There were many items that Jack felt that Jenifer might like, but there was only one thing out there she would absolutely love, and he just had to find it. Pausing for a brief second to rest his eyes from the glare coming off his cell phone's screen, Jack just listened to the music of the train. The sound of the whistle and the crunch of freshly fallen snow that had fallen on the tracks as the train wheels rolled over it. The gears of the train all worked their own independent sound that harmonized together to make the total music that was filling Jack's ears. Then there were the people, the singers of this musical piece.

The ones who were on business told a story with their conversations about money and company related issues. Then there were the people telling stories about family, or talking to loved ones over the phone. Their sound was warmth to hear for both the body and the heart. Then from some people, there was a silence from their mouths, but yet music rang off them. The simplest sound added to the song, even the way on breathed.

Now opening his eyes again, Jack let his head remain propped up by the back of his chair so that he could look around. He noticed that others were shivering as the winter air got to them. Jack had been prepared for this and wore many layers of thick garments. Currently he had on a very thick, black winter coat over a gray, modern sweater his mother had sent him for Christmas. Under the sweater he had on a normal, striped shirt with a gray undershirt. Under the under shirt he had some under armour that his father sent to him from his trip in America. Jack had on very thick jeans that were also very heavy, and retained the slightest ounce of water. He had recently lined the inside with fleece as he also did to his sweater and coat, specifically for this trip so that he may remain warm. He had thick, long, black, wool sock on as well as long thermal underwear. It was far from stylish but it was warm, and that's what he needed. Plus it wasn't like anyone would see the thermal underwear. That would be a bit creepy. He had on thick working boots that were lined with fleece too, although they had came that way. Designed for hiking moutains, these boots had perfect grip on ice, and were warm for this situation. He also has work gloves on which were also wool, but unlike his socks they were gray. They were definitely working gloves as indicated by the leather that outlined the meaty parts on his hands that could develop calluses if he was working with them a lot. They were his warmest pair of gloves, so he thought, why not? On his ears he wore nice, simple earmuffs under a thick wool, knit hat. He also had a thick wool scarf around his neck, gray. In his pockets, Jack had pocket warms. These were generally little bags of rocks that were rubbed together produced a strong heat. Mostly athletes used them for cool game days, but saw them when shopping for supplies for this trip, and he thought that they would come in handy. After all it was a great deal; a box of 20, and although small, all of them could be reused. Just as an extra precaution, Jack had brought aboard six blankets in his bag that was beside him and under his arm; one for him, and the other five for other passengers that might have forgotten theirs.

This train ride had been pretty normal so far. This would be Jack's fifth time riding one, so he would know. He was just about to close his eyes again when he heard the explosion. Quickly being jolted awake, Jack went into a state of preconfusion, mostly wondering what was going on. Then there was the second explosion, and Jack tried to stand up, but the jerky motions of the train forced him back into his seat. Now is a true, full state of confusion, Jack watched as the train started to tip forewords, and bags started to slid downwards. Looking around at the frightened passengers, Jack instinctively started trying to calm them down. His efforts went along unheard, but then there was a moment of silence, and true terror as the sound of cracking ice struck into his ear drum. Looking out to truly see the situation, Jack was baffled at the sight of the submerged train. The moaning of the metal was finally quieting down as Jack realized that the passengers in the front to cars were dead, and so was the conductor. The car he was in now was balancing, and keeping them from plunging into the icy waters.

Everyone had to get off the train. But the question was to do it without tipping the delicate balance the train had thrown itself in, and send it, and the remaining passengers into the water. The only escape Jack saw at the moment was the windows, but even then where would they go if they all made it out? Land was surely a few miles back and even then how far would the nearest town be? All of these questions swarmed in his head as he heard a girl call out, "Is everyone alright?" Even though he was in a state of confusion, Jack managed to mumble out an answer. "I’m fine, but if anyone is hurt I have some bandages in my bag."

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