[ WP ] Two weeks ago you were tired and on your way to work.You jokingly yelled in your head `` I really do n't want to go to work today , I wish this train journey to never end ! `` , you 're still on that train .

The subway system had been built a long time ago, so long that there were not really any good records of its design, or even of the exact date when it had opened. It had been here as long as anyone could remember, as far back as paper records lasted. In all that time, if the records were to be believed, not a single train had malfunctioned, and the only maintenance that the cities had done on any of the trains was to reupholster the seats every once in a while. 
 
 Molly supposed then, that she was actually quite fortunate to be present on the one train where something did go wrong. Fortunate in a certain specific way, at least. It had been two weeks now since she had wished silently that this train journey would never end so that she would n't have to go to work. So far it had n't ended. And while she was grateful for not being at work, Molly now wished that they would actually reach their destination soon. 
 
 She had known just like everyone else, that the subway system was weird in certain ways. The amount of time that a train took to get from one place to another had very little correspondence to the distance between those places over the surface, and it was usually much less than one would expect. The journey from New York to Paris, for example, took a mere ten minutes, despite the fact that the trains seemed to move no faster than 60 kilometres per hour. It was uncanny. 
 
 There were other questions too. Strange things sometimes flashed past the windows in the dark of the tunnels. The tracks did n't appear to electrified, and the trains still ran even when the power was out. And perhaps most strangely of all, exploring the tracks on foot quickly led you back around into the very same station you started from. People walked through the tunnel on one side of the station, and five minutes later they came out the tunnel on the other side, with a confused look on their faces. 
 
 Something was n't quite right about the subways, but no one could quite put their finger on it, and it was the fastest method of travel that anyone knew of, so people used it despite the mystery. And if there was one thing that the subways were, it was reliable. Not a single train had ever been late. Until now, anyway. 
 
 Molly was amusing herself by looking out the windows, to see if she could tell what the occasional bright objects that flashed by in the darkness were. She never could. There were vague hints of form, but nothing identifiable. 
 
 They had been fortunate in that this train had been making a journey that on the surface would have crossed an ocean. Thus there was a plentiful cargo of food and water in several of the cars. They had enough for several months. There were also a few crates of rubber ducks. As for what happened to the food and water afterwards, well there was one car in the back that they always kept to door closed to. 
 
 Sleeping arrangements were uncomfortable, but they could have been worse. Nevertheless, there were a few outbursts. Being cooped up in the same train for two weeks with a bunch of strangers was starting to get to some people. Heck, it was starting to get to Molly too. It seemed that the only people who were at all happy about this development were the Trainists, a religious group that worshipped the subway system. There were ten of them on this particular train, and they all believed that the occupants of this particular train had been selected by the Great Subway System to fathom its deepest secrets, and then enter into the paradise at the center of the earth. 
 
 `` Who knows,'' thought Molly, `` maybe they're right.'' 
 
 Molly had befriended two other passengers named Ernest and Lily. The three of them had n't known each other at all before, but now they were sort of like a team. They played card games with each other to pass the time, and told long, elaborate, silly stories. Each of them had revealed some secrets to the group that they had never told anyone else. Even if they did n't die on this train, Molly knew that she would be friends with Ernest and Lily until she died. They were really good people. And Ernest was kind of cute. 
 
 Molly got up from the window. The past few flashes had been vaguely human in form, and it was starting to creep her out. She sat down by Ernest and Lily. 
 
 `` Are we there yet?'' she asked. It had become a classic joke in the first few days of the journey, and now it had evolved into a sort of universal greeting. 
 
 `` We'll be there in twenty minutes,'' Ernest and Lily echoed back. 
 
 They fell to discussing their favourite topic: crazy plans for getting off the train. 
 
 `` We could shatter one of the windows,'' suggested Lily, `` and jump out.'' 
 
 `` People tried that in the shit car,'' said Molly `` to clear out the stench. It did n't work. The windows on this thing are super tough. Its like a rolling prison.'' 
 
 `` Plus, how would we even get back?'' pointed out Ernest, `` we do n't know how to navigate the tunnels, and since no one can leave a station except in a train, probably no one can enter a station except in a train too.'' 
 
 `` Huh,'' said Molly, `` okay, how about this? We all stand on one side of the train. Maybe it'll tip off the tracks or something.'' 
 
 `` And why would we want to do that?'' asked Lily. 
 
 `` I dunno,'' said Molly, `` just a thought.'' 
 
 Some sort of commotion was going on in the car in front of them. The trio went to investigate. 
 
 A man was standing in the middle of the car. He was holding some kind of clicker in his hand, there was a lot of space around him, and he was yelling at the top of his voice. 
 
 `` Okay everyone, if I press this button the bomb goes off. If anybody gets any closer, or tries anything, the bomb goes off. Nobody try anything.'' 
 
 `` A terrorist,'' Lily hissed to Molly, `` after all this time.'' 
 
 `` Apparently,'' said Molly. 
 
 `` I was going to do this when we got to the station,'' said the terrorist, `` but it looks like that ai n't gon na be happening, so I'm just going to have to settle with killing you train people.'' Molly remembered that he had called himself Lucas, or something like that. 
 
 `` Why am I doing this, you ask,'' said Lucas, `` simple. There is something deeply wrong about this subway system. It is the work of the devil, no doubt about it. Am I the only one who has seen twisted demons flashing past the windows on the way to work? This has to end. This demonic train ride proves it.'' 
 
 `` Sacrilege,'' cried out a Trainist, and he rushed Lucas. 
 
 Lucas clicked the clicker, and nothing happened. 
 
 Lucas was rapidly restrained while muttering something under his breath about the `` dead bloody battery.'' 
 
 Soon, it was over. 
 
 `` Well, that was dramatic,'' said Ernest, trying to hide how relieved he actually was. 
 
 `` Yeah, well we're safe now,'' said Molly, `` I think that-'' 
 
 She was interrupted by a loud explosion coming from underneath the train. The entire train shook violently, but no one was seriously injured, and miraculously, it kept on moving. 
 
 Apparently, these trains were more durable than Lucas had calculated. 
 
 Then everyone heard a sound. It was the beautiful squeaking noise of the train's brakes being applied. They were slowing down. Cheering erupted across the train, and Molly, Lily, and Ernest got into a super excited jumping up and down three way hug. 
 
 `` Are we there yet?'' asked Molly. 
 
 `` Heck yes, we are,'' Lily shouted back at her. 
 
 They pulled into the station. It was completely empty. No one was around to greet them after their ordeal. Had they arrived in the wrong station in the middle of the night? It did n't matter: they were safe. 
 
 The people rushed out of the train, like a tide. They ran up the station's steps to the surface, and looked out at the world. Ernest, Lily, and Molly looked out with them. She did n't know where they were, but it certainly was n't Earth. 
 
 `` Aw crap,'' thought Molly, `` I'm going to be soo late for work.''
