[ WP ] Write a story about a train ride .

`` Why is an adult on a train filled with kids?'' 
 
 The conductor looked down at me. He had calming brown eyes, a thin brown mustache, and a soothe but booming voice. He held a ticket puncher, and looked down where I sat, holding my ticket out. 
 
 `` Why sir, i've been on this train ride countless times. Do n't you remember me? It's me, Elliot! Elliot Brown!'' 
 
 The man looked down at me, shaking his head in realization. He was much older then I remembered so many years ago, where his complexion was young and filled with life. i never knew men like him aged, and in such time too. 
 
 `` Elliot. I've told you before. You're too old for this ride. You're 26 years old now.'' 
 
 `` But Mr. Conductor, you ca n't force me off! This is the-'' 
 
 `` Yes, I know what train this is. The Polar Express, the most magnificent rail-car in the world, which takes us to the North Pole every Christmas Eve. I remember.'' 
 
 `` You ca n't force me off! You just ca n't!'' 
 
 He sighed sadly. Hunkering down beside my seat, he looked directly at me. He looked like he was analyzing my features, seeing how old i've become since the first time I stepped on here. I remember his beckoning hand to me, pulling me into the beautiful caboose, clicking his ticket puncher into my golden ticket. It seems like times have changed now, for me at least. 
 
 `` Son, I know how much this ride means to you. Everyone loves the ride to Santa and his elves. But you're getting older now. You ca n't escape here every time life treats you wrong.'' 
 
 `` Mr. Conductor, I have nowhere to go!'' 
 
 `` You do. Open your eyes, and you'll see.'' 
 
 He was right. I sighed loudly, as he rose from his crouching position. I closed my eyes tightly, using all my strength to pull me out of the train. The conductor grabbed my hand. It felt as light as it always used to be, when I was a child. 
 
 When I awoke, I stared at my apartment ceiling. It was white and cracking. I could hear the taxicabs down below, honking like geese. 
 
 I had awoken in the real world, leaving the Polar Express behind. I swore, I could hear a train whistle from afar. 
 
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