One you heard the sounds, you already knew where you were, you opened your eyes, red light filling the train, and all you could see out the windows, this started to tick you off, you don't know why but you'd either be dreaming that you were in a train or in a station of one, you kept telling yourself you were getting close to death bc of those train rumors you keep hearing about, but you keep waking up soon after, you don't know why you had them, nothing really changes, you sat in an empty train or an empty station, least, this one was different

Wilbur: "You too huh?"

You lifted your head off the back of the seat, there you saw a boy who looked to be in his early or late 20's, he had brown hair and glasses as he smoked a cigarette, this was knew, you've never seen or interacted with anyone, you were alone, why weren't you alone this time?

Wilbur: "What's your name, Sweetheart?"

He said, his British accent noticable as he took a drag of his cigarette