"...Mitchell, why are we on a train?"

Mitchell opened his eyes.

Flickering lights, dark windows, a stark sense of death and decay-- they weren't on a train. They'd boarded the site of a tragedy... and he had a vague idea why. He wished he didn't. "It's... I don't know," he admitted. "I didn't do this."

But someone he knew had.

( He walked past the rows of seats... (Cut for some gore.) )