He sat on his seat, looking absentmindedly outside the window; to the greenery of countryside flowing past his distant gaze. The railroad seemed to have no end. With each hill, each cloud he passed, the journey appeared to drag on longer and longer.
Just like before.
His thoughts flew to recollect a memory. A timeworn memory. A journey with the same old red train, the same new destination. But another time. Another purpose. Another him.
He sighed, already losing himself in the memory. It was effortless to do so, for the two journeys were similar. Then he sat back and watched as it played right in front of his very eyes.
