The high viz warrior.

As the doors closed for a split second my senses heightened, I could see every frame of movement as the doors slid shut, like an iron curtain coming from left to right gliding to a controlled sealed stop, disturbed only by a seldom tear that appeared to be running down the window. Only this time it was born in your eyes. At this point the train started drifting off, six and a half seconds later you are gone and the world returns to fairytales and the dream of fairytales return to the world, only, not to me.