Chapter 8: Special Kind of Madness

Jane was shocked awake by a change in movement, a huge blast sent the train car up onto one side. The car tipped upwards, everyone holding their breath to see if it would fall one way or the other. With a tooth-rattling clang, it fell back flat on the track rocking the other way with a small bump of inertia. the women inside at the total mercy of the movement. Each falling hand over knee into whatever was the next lowest point. If Jane had been irritated with the grooved metal, it was nothing to how it punched and rolled her taunting with the illusion of handholds but in the end just another metal punch. Another deafening blast went off as the train rocked forward and up onto one side again, and rather than waiting to see if it was far enough, another blast was let off under them. It sent the train teetering over like a seasick dog, armless and unable to cling to anything.

Like a child on the verge of jumping from a swing or a ship crossing the crest of a wave in a great