You're still here. You sit up. The moon is high and the clouds have cleared out completely. It's only a slim crescent, but its bright, you don't have any trouble seeing. But you aren't sure exactly where you are.. A sharp sudden pain behind one of your eyes. Half of your vision wavers and you smell an acrid plastic fire. You scan the horizon.. . . ... . ..... . . . ....... .. Oh, there are lights.. . They're... .. moving.. ? fast! Oh, must be a train. You head that way.