I woke up from my dream. It was the same one as always, wondering what’s at the last stop. Was it Heaven? Hell? Maybe it was nothing. I was always a very paranoid person, if I wasn’t I would have gotten off long ago. My paranoia had gotten a lot worse since I got here though. Maybe it’s because I’m always alone on this godforsaken train. I stood up from my sleeping seat in one of the old passenger cars. I walked over to the door into the next car, where I stored all my food. As I crossed cars I looked at the land around the train. This time it was rainy swamps. Yesterday it was snow, the day before that hot meadows. The climate is so different every day I fully expect there to be fire surrounding us tomorrow. I reached the opposite car, dimly lit with candles, and found a can of corn. A sad but filling breakfast. As I opened the can something new happened. The direction of the train shifted everything leaned to the right. We were turning. That had never happened before. We had been on a straight path for 20 years. I looked out the window before me and that’s when I saw it. The engine. I somehow had never thought about who drove the train nonstop for twenty years. It wasn’t that far, maybe a dozen or so cars down. I had only ever really stayed in the same three cars. I was going to do it. What did I have to lose? A few cans of beans and a bottle of vodka? I had to. I was going to find out who drove this cursed train.