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The train clacked forever onwards, down the tracks, over the bridges and through the tunnels; around the hills, inside the stations and out in the open again. The passengers swayed and slept, distracted by the movement, distracted by that urge and need to sleep, but Alistair resisted; remaining awake , not wishing to shut off, dream, and wake-up somewhere new- he wanted to stay awake and see the journey unfold. As the train ride continued and Alistair got nearer and nearer that journey’s end, he began to feel more than a little homesick at where he had been and what had passed before him. He sat conflicted- excited about his arrival, sad about his departure.
