Dreams are peculiar things, made by the brain’s attempts to process everything in a day. You didn’t remember thinking about trains, but what woke you was the loudest train whistle you’ve ever heard. And you wake up on the floor of a warehouse. The walls are obsidian, lined with blue LED lights. Like it’s straight out of Tomorrowland. Small rooms were carved out from the wall. One of them is creaked open, enough for you to peek through while still lying down. You see what looks like an upright tanning bed, with small tubes sticking out where the neck and head would be. It’s like a robot lives there. You attempt to stand up, but your foot slides out from under you. And you see something odd; you’re in black roller skates with the tightest grip on your feet you’ve ever felt.

“Well, well, well.” You hear a voice say. You turn your head around to see a strange looking person. She’s dressed like a futuristic Power Ranger, in neon yellow and black. Their strange outfit has a big ‘G’ emblazoned on the chest. Her eyes are obscured with mirrored sunglasses, and her hands sit on her hips. She also has skates on, but hers are much fancier, matching her super outfit. She pushes off the ground and glides towards you, looking down on you as she does. They stop with a small squeak of her wheels.

“What kind of car do we have here?”