The Rail Accident
Making my way through the debris, I walk slowly to the corner of the warehouse.
'How have I ended up here', I ask myself.
'Where is my wife?', I exclaim as I stand still, gazing at the debris.
'She'll soon be here, my child', a semi-transparent figure what appears to be an old lady affirms.
'Be here? What is even this place? And why can I look through you?', I ask her.
'You don't remember, do you?', she replies.
'The last thing I remember is having a drink with my wife on the train as we entered a tunnel', I say as I have a look at the debris again.
'This is what is left of that train, my child. And now you are one of us', she says and vanishes.