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looked different. He muttered something to himself about being over-tired and sat back down, closed his eyes and tried to nap it off.

As he sats in his own peace, Anthony felt something bump up against him. With the train being near empty, he knew he was going to have to deal with a bum of some sort who was hopping cars and wanted to beg for some scratch.

"C'mon pal, there's twenty seats in here, you've gotta sit right on top of me?" Anthony asked before opening his eyes.

Nobody answered, which prompted Anthony to look to his right. He saw that there was no one next to him, he shook his head and leaned back against the window and stared out into the night. It was much darker outside, and Anthony could see next to nothing through the windows of the train, other than the reflection of the opposite side of the car he was riding in. As he focused in on the reflection, there was someone sitting next to him. Anthony jolted and turned to the right to see an old man, fairly well dressed in a tuxedo with the neck tie opened and untied around his neck sitting next to him.

"Did you just get here Mac?" Anthony shuddered and thought to himself that he must have dozed off again.

The man next to him would only stare straight ahead, "I've been on this train a long time. NoI didn't just get here."

"Alright, but why do you have to sit right next to me. It's three in the morning, the train's empty; don't you wanna be comfortable too?"

"I have no comfort Anthony. You took that from me, you took it from me a long time ago."

Anthony squinted and tried to think of how this guy knew his name. His mind raced and he drew blanks in every corner of his memory. He looked the man up and down. The man had black hair, though he was nearly bald, around the crown of his head. He had a thin black mustache and a mole on the lower left side of his chin. His flesh was very pale and his eyeballs looked almost grayed out. Anthony could not place him.

"Who...who are you? How do you know who I am, and what the hell did I take from you?"
The man sitting next to Anthony turned to him and unbuttoned the tuxedo shirt that he was wearing. The shirt had blood around the collar, blood which Anthony had not noticed. When he opened the shirt to expose his neck, Anthony saw it had been slit open and blood trickled from the wound.

"What the?!?...Man you need some help!" Anthony attempted to get up from the train seat and shouted, "Is there a doctor on the train, we need a doctor over here."

"We don't need

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