"How's your paper look?" Tom asked, glancing past the bold headlines at his friend John. "Some controversial playwrite was killed," Jon sighed. "He was good too... how's yours?" "That crazy train-wrecker got another," Tom said. "And now they say that all the women on the train were gone." "I haven't heard of _this_," Jon said, thick eyebrows raised. "Really? Some psycho keeps hitching rides on trains and somehow making them crash." "I'd like to see him try ours, we'd teach him a thing or two," Jon said smugly. Tom rolled his eyes; he doubted Jon would go very far to defend the train they were currently riding. Suddenly Jon and Tom were thrown to the ground as a bang and screech filled the air. "_HELP!_" Jenny, the girl in the neighboring compartment, screamed. Tom leapt to his feet, trying to pry open the door with no success. "Damn! Jon, help me!" Jon stared in blind terror- he was old, was this too much? "Jon, you need to help me!" Jon came to his senses and began pulling at the door with Tom. http://ficlets.com/feed/story/18604