"I hope you don't want us to go backwards, now," Bzynski stated, gravely calm.
"Why? Why not? What the hell is back there."
"I'm sorry to tell you this, but I do believe that's another train."
"Another train!? That's impossible! These tracks are supposed to be clear!"
"Well, Sir, I can only report what forty-four years of experience has taught me. We are many miles away from any other tracks, and that sound you heard was a train whistle, or I've been dreaming all this time."
"How far back? Can you estimate?"
"I can give you an educated guess."
"Come on, goddammit!" Jeremiah spat.
"Given the way sound travels in this valley, I'd say three miles at the most. It's probably crossing 539 as we speak."
"How long does that give us before it gets here?"
"Five minutes. Maybe six."
"Stop!
