<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #FF0000">Mike</span></div><br/><br/>The next few hours after the incident were relatively peaceful. The constant sound of the train engine lulled Michael to sleep for a little while, before he was jolted awake by a bump in the tracks. He glanced down at his watch before rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. Two in the afternoon was hardly a time to be napping, but there really wasn’t anything else to do in such a cramped space. He looked over at Ceerie who appeared to simply be watching the scenery pass by the window. In the end, the two of them had decided to ‘wait and see’, and get off the ride whenever they found it convenient.<br/><br/>By now, the original train station was out of his reach, even if he used his ability. He’d discovered that limitation not too long after he gained some control over the ‘blinking’: it only worked accurately within fifty miles, give or take. If he tried to go beyond that, the resulting destination started getting unpredictable. And today, he learned that movement wasn’t a factor – he could blink into moving vehicles… although when he thought about it, the Earth was always moving anyway, so it wasn’t a big surprise.<br/><br/>With a yawn, Michael got up from his seat and stepped into the aisle. “Washroom, be right back,” he said to answer Ceerie’s questioning glance. He moved to the back of the train carriage where the makeshift restrooms were located, noticing on the way that their particular carriage had emptied out with the exception of one other man in the far corner.<br/><br/>Before he could slide open the door however, the train suddenly shuddered violently, nearly throwing him off of his feat. The sound of scraping metal accompanied the bump, screeching noisily for a long second before fading out. Michael, although briefly annoyed, thought nothing of it and entered the restroom.