It was the last stop on the line. The train opened its doors and the man stood up and walked out. The rest of the train station seems busy, coming and going constantly. They all had somewhere to go, and some he knew that he had to get on one of them.

The exit was barred up with a black fence. The vending machines emitted their white glow. Yellow light flowed from the moving trains windows, and allowed the man to see inside of them when they were taking off to somewhere. No one was inside of them.

He stopped by the kiosk to look for something that would tell him where to go- a goal to accomplish, a mission to tackle. The magazines were full of empty ideals and lives. There were no counselors behind the desk selling tickets for the trains. There weren’t even any janitors that reminded him that there were people who weren’t as fortunate.

Without any idea, he laid down on a bench in the lobby before all the trains. Slowly they began to come less and less- taking their time and calming down for the night. The clouds outside created a dull grayish blue hue. When the building was completely silent, he fell asleep.

When he woke up, the sky was black, and even though it wasn’t in site, the moon’s precious rays pierced his eyelids. A train stood at the other end of the yard, doors wide open, waiting for something- for the man to get on.

For a moment, he sat up looking at it. Maybe it wasn’t meant for him- was it a temptation? Perhaps it went to hell. What if it was his punishment, and he deserved to be sent to such a place? Or maybe, it went to heaven.

After the debate in his mind, he heard a blow of a whistle and the sound of an engine. The train was beginning to take off. In that instant, he came to his decision.

Sprinting down the station, he ran towards the moving train. The doors remained open even as the train started to leave the station. The man gave all his power to try to make it before it went beyond the platform. A bit before the end, he was able to jump on and catch his breath. The doors closed quietly behind him.

He sat down and looked out the window at the hills and trees that past in the moonlight. For the moment, he could think a little easier. He was going somewhere, and that place wouldn’t be in the past- but the future, which was coming faster every second.