The train entered another dark tunnel.
Everything went black.
Rafiq started remembering something.
A car.
Rain.
Headlights.
A loud crash.
His body frozen inside twisted metal.
His last breath.
The memory hit him like a knife.
He wasn't going home.
He had never left the accident.
The ticket in his hand slowly changed.
It no longer showed a destination.
It showed a date.
Tonight's date.