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What the hell? He looked around. This is not the diner he was in a second ago. He'd been waiting for his ex-girlfriend to reconcile. He only looked down at the menu a split second. When he looked up he was in a passenger train car like the type he's seen in the movies. He abruptly stood up, hand on the pole to keep his balance. Did this have something to do with his powers? Or has he finally lost his mind? Years of mistreatment has him hallucinating. Maybe he should've went to therapy after all. He moved down the car. It was abandoned, rusted, yet there wasn't any debre like he expected. Outside the window was a cityscape and it was snowing? He felt the chill, his off-white sweater only kept him a little warm. He needed to find a way out of here. There were four doors, two faced the track on the other side and the other to the platform. Easy. He went to the door closest to him, but stopped when he realized he didn't have his guitar on his back. Shit. Did it get left behind? He panicked and went back to the seat. It was there, waiting for him. Thank God. He can't leave it behind. He strapped the case to his back, comforted by the weight, then went back to the door. There was an emergency lever. He pulled it, but it didn't budge. So he tried harder, used all the strength he had, then it slid open. He shook out his arms, rolled his shoulders, then stepped out on to the platform. 

"Yooooooooo! Anybody here?!" A feminine voice echoed a few blocked down the street. 

So he wasn't alone. Good. But what if this person was bad and wanted to hurt him? But they could also know what's going on and help him get home. His thoughts spiraled between finding them and keeping his distance, but he went towards the voice anyway. He'll deal with it when he gets there, each step made his heart beat faster and unease settled in his gut. He felt like vomiting. Once on the street he saw a small person shaped figure in the middle of the street. It wasn't a long walk. Should he call back? He opened his mouth, but nothing came out. No. He couldn't do that. He was too nervous, so he kept quiet. A few minutes later he saw the girl. Around his height, black leather jacket, blue streaks in her hair, cigarette in her hand, and her aesthetic reminds him of his ex-girlfriend. He stopped fifteen feet away from her, more nervous than ever. What if she was like his ex? He didn't want to be around her if that's the case. 

"H-hello. Do you know what's going on?" He said quietly, breath cloudy in the cold.