Wailing voices clamored in Clarissa's head. Through the tinted windows of the train, she could still see the gaping mouths and glowing eyes. The murky waters down below made her nauseous and made her want to whip her head around. But she couldn’t. She tried as hard as she could until tears ran down her face, but something kept her head turned, demanding her to see the horrors outside. Her nails were making deep gouges on the blue leather-covered seats, yet she watched. She watched everything. She watched as writhing little bodies drowned again and again and again… only bubbles left to show any evidence of them. Some of them had their mouths open in silent screams and were clawing at their faces in a desperate bid for escape.

         She was sure her heart would explode with each time it squeezed. Her breath hiccuped when she saw the ones with their hands together and silently pleaded with her to save them. Others let themselves burn and pointed at others and pleaded with beseeching eyes. But she couldn’t do anything. She didn’t do anything. She just watched. And each time, she tried looking at a different black-tubed window. But all of them showed the same scene, over and over and over again. All of them showed slow deaths. All of them showed suffering. All of them showed fate.

         Suddenly, the whole train car jolted. The train accelerated, moving faster and faster as the thunderous roar of the wheels on the track became louder and louder. Events unfolded in a chaotic blur. Her breathing quickened as bodies rose and sank in a dance, flames burst out suddenly, and voices ran around her head in a chant. The last vestiges of the nightmare faded as a radiant, glowing bright light flooded through the windows. This is it, she thought.