Ethan slowly began to doze off, his head rocking to the rumbling of the train, his head rocking in motion with it. Dreams came quickly. dreams of Ethan, sitting at the bar, alone, a beer in his hands, Miss Reid cleaning a shot glass behind the des,k a smile on her face, the sun shining outside the windows, a perfect day. then...from outside, flames rise, licking the windows, there deadly tongues shattering the glass. The door burst open, dark faces, hidden by shadows. quickly, they jump from the door, pushing me to the floor, forcing my Arms downs, pinning me. they quickly grab Amy, there hands covering her mouth, muffling her screams. I cry out, yelling, demanding, begging. slowly, the flames engulf the bar, sweat running down my cheeks. a piece of burning wood falls from the roof, heading straight for my face. Ethan snaps up, panting. alert, scared. a dream? or a vision of things to come. Ethan quickly reached for his gun, grabbing it inside its holster, a source of comfort, security. letting out a sigh, he turned to Ruther, his companion. "heh, sorry about that, musta dozed off...any Idea were we are?"