Well, thanks to Tracie’s response, “Once Upon A Time…” can continue.
“John, you’re alive. You’re fucking alive! Why are you alive? The old lady shot you. I saw her. She shot you and there was blood everywhere-” Amy stammered.
“Amy, Amy! Calm down! It’s okay, you just had a bad dream, it’s okay. I’m perfectly fine. Everything is fine,” John coaxed.
“Okay, alright I’m good now. John, I swear that last dream was just as weird as the first one!” Amy confessed.
“Last dream? There’s been more than one?”
“Yes! In the first one you were a small man in a robot suit,” Amy said looking at John’s puzzled face. “Don’t you remember?”
“Sorry babe, but I have no idea what you’re talking about.” John smiled. He pulled Amy close to him and she laid her head on his chest cautiously. “It’s all over now though. Hey, our stop is coming up next. You remember the plan?”
Amy lifted her head quickly and stared at him with fear in her eyes. “John, we shouldn’t. Let’s just forget about the whole thing, please!” she pleaded.
“Whaddaya mean? We’ve been planning this for months. We can’t back out now. It’s too late.” John shouted.
“No! NO! NO! I CAN’T DO IT! I WON’T!” Amy yelled.
“Okay, okay, okay! Fine, just calm down. People are starting to stare.” Amy looked around to find that all eyes were on indeed on her, including those of the little old lady sitting across from them. Giving Amy a rather disapproving look, she shook her head and began to gather up her things. Amy watched her intently, waiting for her to draw a gun, but she never did.
The train began to slow and the old lady and a pair of dark-skinned men got up quickly and made their way to the door. Amy noticed that one of the guys was speaking rather furiously to the other in a language she couldn’t understand. The guy being spoken to mumbled a few words under his breath, stopping when his eyes met hers. His staring made Amy’s whole body shiver. As the train ground to a halt, the car doors opened, and other people began making their way to the exit.
“Amy, this is our stop. Let’s just get off and catch the next bus uptown. We don’t have to go through with it if you really don’t want to,” John said soothingly.
“Okay,” Amy said distractedly still thinking of the dark-skinned man. She felt John hoist her out of their seat and into the aisle. As they made their way slowly to the exit, she surveyed the passengers staying on for the next stop: a mother and her two children, a businessman reading the Wall Street Journal, two teenage lovers not unlike John and herself. Instantly, an overwhelming sense of dread hit her like a cold, Northeastern wave and she stopped dead, inches before the exit.
“John, I don’t think we should leave the train,” Amy said shakily.
“Amy, please not now. Just get off the train, we’ll be fine,” John said exasperated.
“No, John. We won’t be okay. Something bad is going to happen if we leave this car. Let’s just stay here, please!”
“Amy we’ve got to go! We’ve passed all the seats, we can’t go back-”
“Hey! What’s the hold up? We’d like to get off soon if you don’t mind!” an angry voice shouted behind them.
“Just a second. We’ll be out of your way shortly,” John said apologetically, “Amy, get off the train!” He placed his hand on the small of her back and gave her a slight nudge towards the door.
“NO!” Amy began to shriek and she planted her feet refusing to budge regardless of how hard John pushed.
“I’ve had enough of this bullshit!” said the voice behind them. It belonged to a muscular guy with a shaved head and pierced ears. He was wearing a leather vest that accentuated his enormous, tattooed biceps. “If you can’t move that Sheila out of the way then I will.”
Before John knew it, he was pushed aside like a rag doll as the guy barrelled through. He watched the guy picked Amy up by her waist and carry her through the exit doors. A stream of people followed close behind him, pushing John further back into the train. As he tried to get to the exit, he watched through the window as a frantic Amy did the same. They reached the door in time for it to close between them. Amy pounded her fists against the door crying for John to let her in as the train began to take off. John did his best to calm her down, yelling that he would get off at the next stop and come back for her. He blew her a kiss as the train picked up speed. Amy watched with tears streaming down her face as it rounded a corner and vanished from sight. She just knew that she’d never see John again.
“It’s okay, honey,” a voice coaxed from Amy’s side. She looked down and saw the little old lady. “The next stop is not far. He’ll be back here before you know it.”
She grabbed Amy’s arm tenderly and was leading her towards a subway bench when the tunnel that had swallowed the train a few minutes ago, exploded, vomiting flames and and debris everywhere. Amy and the old lady were thrown to the ground. Pulling herself up slowly, she tried tried to make sense of what was happening. People were running in every direction crying and screaming. At first she didn’t know where she was and then she saw the dark-skinned man. He stared directly at her for a few seconds flashing a crooked smile and had dashed up the steps to the streets above before she realized. The train that she wanted so desperately to stay on was now a twisted hunk of burning metal and John had never gotten off. Her screams came fierce and piercing, but they seemed to be coming from everywhere except herself.
“AMY! AMY! WAKE UP! OH MY GOD! WAKE UP!” a urgent voice cried.
“She’s seizing,” another voice exclaimed.
“Hold her down and put something in her mouth to make sure she doesn’t bite her tongue!” said another. Amy’s mouth was suddenly filled with something fluffy and hairy and she was dragged out of her dream gagging and coughing.
“Oh, thank God! She’s coming to. Amy, Amy are you okay?” the panicked voice asked. She could just make out the outline of the person’s face as her eyes began to focus. Slowly, John’s familiar face swam into view.