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December 14th 2025
NEW YORK - ATLANTICANA TIMEGATE
“And then the hotel just exploded, right there in front of me. For a moment I could see, but then my senses burst in on me, with all the things I didn’t want. Orange, grey, dust and worse. Is she still in the building? Please. No please have gone out for coffee.”
“Deep breath mate,” the stranger butted in. Everything turning to atoms.
“And then I don’t remember anything. Am I supposed to remember? Am I supposed to remember something? Hey who are you? Do I know you?”
“Atoms only know how to combine friend, not what happens next,” barked Zargasterley.
“Am I dreaming?” screamed Woebegone.
“Just enjoy the ride.”
“Am I dead? What’s that weight pressing down on my legs? Like the bends, only worse
“Yes, like being sucked through the wormhole backwards.”
“Fading! Disappearing! And then nothing … nothing … except a tune. Hey wait a minute. I know that tune. I know that voice.”
“Holy Crap! What was that,” Wade was visibly shaken.
“I don’t know, but it seems like it’s blown his speakers out or something,” Ross was at a loss for a technical explanation.
Well try re-jigging it,” barked his superior.
“Wait. Let me see if I can bounce the signal off a local feed.”
“Nothing!”
“Ross looked up. “I just got a message on my come. There’s been a bomb blast at the hotel.”
“Man down!” she spat gathering up her intuitive leadership skills, like hitching her skirt up the necessary couple of inches to enable a more dignified entry as she into the back seat of the black Cadillac. “We’d better send someone in.”
WE GOT MARRIED IN A FRENZY. THE BEST THING THAT WE EVER DID.
WE GOT MARRIED IN A FRENZY. THE BEST THING THAT WE EVER DID.
“ … BUT I DON’T REMEMBER … I DON’T REMEMBER.”
They were in the hinterlands now. Edward Zargasterley Jones had pulled Johnny over the threshold and he could see the gate, but the timing was way off. Zargas cursed under his breath. He looked at the gate and he looked at Woebegone struggling in his wake and beginning to fade. Something was having a polarizing effect on him. Some power was keeping him earthbound. Maybe the injuries from the blast had dented his memory? It had been the same story back at The Mystery Motel, but his memory was just fine back then. Even after they had messed with him.
Zargas looked up and saw Lilith at the gate and the look of horror on creeping across her face as she realized what was happening. It was like a typo in time and space. One misplaced coordinate and Johnny went spinning backwards and at a tangent. Zargasterley heard Lilith’s wrenching sob.
Who knew where on earth and what state Woebegone would be in when he landed ... if he landed?
Dead or alive the only guarantee was the nightmares to come.
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circa 2075
HELL, SOUTH OF BERGEN, NORWAY
lyrics
LONG BLACK TRAIN
ALL ABOARD, ALL ABOARD, ALL ABOARD THAT LONG BLACK TRAIN
ALL ABOARD, ALL ABOARD, ALL ABOARD THAT LONG BLACK TRAIN
LOOKS LIKE I’M IN TROUBLE AGAIN, I HEAR THAT TRAIN COMING ROUND THE BEND
DOWN THE LINE, GREY SKIES I’M GETTING ON THAT TRAIN, BUT I DON’T KNOW WHY
ALL ABOARD, ALL ABOARD, ALL ABOARD THAT LONG BLACK TRAIN
ALL ABOARD, ALL ABOARD, ALL ABOARD THAT LONG BLACK TRAIN
TROUBLE IS, TROUBLE IS, TROUBLE IS MY MIDDLE NAME
IN THE WRONG PLACE, AT THE WRONG TIME. I GOT THE WRONG TICKET FOR THE WRONG LINE
THIS TRAIN, THIS TRAIN.
TRAIN I RIDE, TRAIN I RIDE, SIXTEEN COACHES LONG
THIS TRAIN, SING THAT SAME OLD SONG
ALL ABOARD, ALL ABOARD, ALL ABOARD THAT LONG BLACK TRAIN
ALL ABOARD, ALL ABOARD, ALL ABOARD THAT LONG BLACK TRAIN
CRACK IN THE SKY, COULD BE DAWN. OLD RED ROOSTER START TO YAWN
A COCK-A-DOODLE-DOO
I DON’T KNOW JIMMY, I DON’T KNOW
I DON’T KNOW WHAT THAT WAS, BUT IT WEREN’T NO BIRD
I SHOULD BE, I SHOULD BE, I SHOULD BE DRINKING HOT COFFEE
MAYBE SOMETHING STRONGER, I HEAD TO THE BAR. GONNA CHECK ME OUT THAT RESTAURANT CAR
PICKING UP A LITTLE BIT OF STEAM. PICKING UP A LITTLE BIT OF SPEED
LONG BLACK TRAIN, LONG BLACK TUNNEL. SHORT ON LAUGHS, SHORT ON PEOPLE
WHAT’S WITH THE SKELETON CREW? DON’T LIKE THE LOOK OF THIS. DO YOU?
THEM BONES, THEM BONES, THEM BONES, THEM BONES, THEM BONES, THEM BONES
THEM BONES GONNA WALK AROUND
THEM BONES, THEM BONES, THEM BONES, THEM BONES, THEM BONES, THEM BONES
THEM BONES DANCING IN THE AISLES
THEM BONES, THEM BONES, THEM BONES, THEM BONES, THEM BONES, THEM BONES
THEM BONES GONE AND DRUNK THIS WHOLE TRAIN DRY
THEM BONES, THEM BONES, THEM BONES, THEM BONES, THEM BONES, THEM BONES
DON’T FANCY MINE MUCH, SHE GIVE ME THE EVIL EYE
THIS TRAIN, THIS TRAIN.
SOMETHING TELLS ME SOMEONE LIED. SOMEONE GOT SOMETHING TO HIDE
THIS TRAIN, THIS TRAIN.
THIS TRAIN’S RESERVED FOR THEM THAT’S DIED.
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