Jerry glanced at his watch as he ran towards the platform. With only five minutes until the train left he was cutting it fine. He hefted his pack over his shoulder once more, ignoring the painful protest from his muscles. He practically charged through the barriers, leaving only enough time to swipe his pass and race over to the train. He wasn’t alone either. About twenty others were all trying to get on to what was already a packed train. Just as he was making his way through the crowd he felt an odd pain in his chest. It was like a fire erupting within him, and he doubled over. He knew he couldn’t miss this train though and his determination got the better of him. He raised himself up and made it on board in time. Oddly, just as he did this the crowd in front dispersed around him, leaving his path clear. He didn’t bother to look at what they were doing, he just jumped on the train as it began to move off. He didn’t have any trouble finding a seat either. He was sure it had looked nearly full from outside. Through the window he could still see the crowd, many crouching over something on the ground and others shouting. He sighed with relief and slumped into his seat. He was just about to close his eyes for a doze when he saw a figure sat a few seats in front. There wasn’t much to be seen from this vantage point, except for a bald head that was visible over the top of the seats. Jerry didn’t think much of this and slid down into his seat for a rest. When he awoke a short while later he didn’t recognise any of the landscape beyond the window. It had turned fairly dark and the area next to the track was thick with trees. The lights on the train were subdued and glancing around there was no-one else on board apart from the same bald man from the station. ‘You’re awake.’ The deep voice sounded strange in the carriage, seeming to come from all around. Rising in his seat in confusion, Jerry could only assume it was from his sole companion. ‘Hello?’ he ventured, hoping that his nerves didn’t come out in his voice. ‘You’re awake. We are nearly there.’ ‘There? Ely?’ ‘No. At the end.’ ‘The end? I don’t understand.’ ‘The end of your life.’ The beads of sweat now stood out on Jerry’s forehead, panic beginning to overwhelm him. ‘The end …’ Back at the station Jerry’s body was being lifted into the back of the ambulance that had been called. ‘Such a shame,’ the paramedic was saying, ‘just collapsed right on the platform- a heart attack.’