Dave Stutler (![]() ![]() @ 2012-02-01 21:02:00 |
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Dave had had hopes. He'd had very high hopes. His primary hope was that this was some really messed up dream. His secondary hope was that Balthazar was screwing around with him and this was some fantastic illusion he was supposed to find his way out of. His magic worked, so at least there was that, but he hadn't been able to find a way out. He didn't think he could get off the train -- though even if he could, he wasn't sure he could get back on. Then he started hoping Balthazar would show up. Or Becky. Or someone. No one did though, and after a few days he'd given up on the idea that a rescue was coming. He'd spent most of his time in his room, or at least in the car he'd shown up in, with occasional ventures to the kitchen and the baggage car. He'd read through the network -- several pages back, anyway -- and he'd learned a lot that way. He'd learned that the train was full of crazy people. Balthazar level insanity. Still, he couldn't stay cooped up in his room forever. After dinner, he'd wandered around the car until he wound up in the observation car. There were a few people there, and he offered nods and waves, but didn't really move to engage anyone in conversation. He settled down into one of the seats, swiveling it to watch the passing scenery. Given that it was dark out, it was a little hard to see, but he wasn't really watching it anyway. It was just a handy place to point his eyes while he tried to think of a way out of this mess. |