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[COLOR=#dbf220][indent][sub][B]Location:[/B] [COLOR=SILVER][I]Central American Monorails[/I][/COLOR][/sub][sup][right][b]Post #1.01:[/b] [COLOR=SILVER][I]Proposals I[/I][/COLOR][/right][/sup][/indent][/color][sub][hr][/sub][INDENT][color=#dbf220][sub][B]Interaction(s):[/B] [COLOR=SILVER][I][/I][/COLOR][/sub][SUP][RIGHT][b]Previously:[/b] [COLOR=SILVER][I][/I][/COLOR][/right][/SUP][/color][/indent]

"Rose Irene Forrest, will you marry me?" 

Standing on his knee on the floor of the train. They were in first-class, the train heading towards Gotham City. They were currently somewhere outside of New York. The trip was supposed to be for business. Alan was going to Gotham to work for the broadcasting company, working on the 6G-masts that would bring on a revolution of communication. Rose tagged along to go see her parents in Gotham, at least that was what Alan convinced her to do.

The blonde man was sweating, his pulse was beating in his ears and his hands were a little shaky. Rachel had known him as the most confident and headstrong man in the world, and seeing him this scared to ask her to marry him was perhaps the most surprising thing of all. 

The coming six seconds of anguish and uncertainty, of hope and love were perhaps the longest in Alan’s life. She looked at him in shock first, and then her face cracked into a smile, and he felt his heart burst with joy. His stomach fluttering like butterflies and a big-dumb-grin on his face as he said the best three-letter word in the English language.

“Yes.” Tears falling down her face as she hugged him. Putting the golden ring onto her hand, the ring Alan had gotten from his mom after his father had died. They kissed and all seemed well. The passengers that overheard them cheered them on and Alan ordered a bottle of champagne for the two of them. This was the best day of Alan Scott’s life. The train was reaching the bridge, that lead into the Gotham Tunnel, making them about 40 minutes from their destination. 

That’s when he heard it. The brakes of the train failing, followed by the ear-shattering explosion in the Train’s front, echoing all of the way to the very back of the train, where they were seated. 

The coming nineteen seconds of carnage were among the longest in Alan Scott’s life. The train car in front had derailed, and the rest of the train followed suit, getting off the rails, down the gap between the two cliffs, where the bridge they were travelling on had been a minute ago. Falling into the great empty. Alan saw the cart ahead of them fall, and with it, things started getting blurry. Time slowed down. Yet, his memory would fail him here. Their train cart would hang over the edge, as he and Rose were recovering from the hit. Screams, cries and the foul smell of fire - people burning - tinted the air. His pulse was fast, his heartbeat heavy. His head had hit the window, and Rose had broken her right hand. Alan got up, and walked towards Rose, lifting her up, to try and get out of the train cart, to the one behind them. 

Another explosion, this time right behind them, split the cart in two, leaving Alan on his stomach, hanging off the ledge. Holding Rose by her hand, her body danging down into the ravine, nothing but a maw of flames below her. He held on to her, but their grips were slipping. First by the wrist, her nails digging into his, then he slipped,holding her by the hand. Rose mouthed the greatest three worded sentence in any language, as Alan's hand slipped, holding her by the ring on the finger, only thing giving him enough texture to grip on. 

"Hold on!" He shouted, his other hand trying to grip after her, but as he shifted, she slipped out of the ring. His other hand chasing after her, but it wasn't enough. He watched her fall into the flames, leaving only the golden ring in his hands, tears streaming down his face and a yell so loud he couldn't even hear it escaped his lungs. 

But then it all faded to black...