Time
It’s the last good one left.
An X graces my screen. I breathe in a sigh of relief. The last two people gasp, and one starts crying. Wait, are they both leaving?
Much to my surprise, they both get off the train, greeted by the people outside. Warm coats are placed over their shoulders.
The train leaves again.
Realisation hits me, once the train glides through the last good station, not bothering to stop. I’m the last one on the train, heading straight toward Time’s territory.
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