Traingoer’s Remorse
roast beef sandwich, three glasses of peach iced tea, and a side of steaming hot guilt later, I was continuing my solo exploration of the train.
I’d parted ways with Blue and Jason after dinner. They’d gone on to explore other areas of the train while I continued ahead. We were currently at our fifth stop for the day, and Adelaide was only two stops away. I decided to use what was left of my time to go and check out the rest of the locomotive—namely, the non-commercial parts.
Those areas were clearly not intended for passenger access, but I didn’t care. I had a curious instinct about the world, and was drawn toward places I was not supposed to be. It was one of the riskier aspects of my personality, sure. But it was also the part that brought the most color to my day
