‘I have never ridden a train before,’ Jane said with glee. ‘This is exciting,’ Jane continued. ‘I can’t wait to get to New Orleans,’ Jane said, dancing up and down. ‘We are going to hear some great jazz,’ Jane mused. ‘Bourbon Street will be fun,’ Jane winked. ‘I am told that New Orleans is like no other city,’ Jane offered for consideration.

‘Is this the train to New Orleans? I am booked for Alaska?’ the Travelling Man remarked. ‘We visited Alaska twice, but both times on cruises, we wanted to see it from a land tour,’ Travelling Man continued. ‘On the first visit Fernie got sick and we had to leave the cruise, so we took another to make up for it,’ Travelling Man remarked. ‘How is it that I am going to Alaska and you are going to New Orleans?’ Travelling Man asked Jane.

The Preacher of the Woods began to speak. ‘Welcome Seekers,’ the Preacher said. ‘We are looking for home,’ the Preacher continued. ‘Some of you came from the cities and others from the plains, while some came from the Sahara,’ the Preacher said. ‘Soon we will leave for our destinations and the surprise that awaits us,’ the Preacher said. ‘What a trip it has been with the stones and boulders in our path, we grew weary, but we did not stop in our quest,’ the Preacher said. ‘Contrary to popular belief, we will be getting off at different stops where our lives have taken us, so hold on tight and enjoy the ride,’ the Preacher laughed and danced on one foot and then the other.

‘Mama said there would be days like this,’ Chet said. ‘We are going to Edinburgh, Scotland, while others on the Train say they are bound for New Orleans and Alaska,’ Chet remarked. ‘Could it be that we have crossed over and do not realise it?’ Chet asked. ‘This Train should not be able to reach all of the destinations the riders are expecting,’ Chet postulated. ‘Yesterday I was thinking of fall and Labour Day and then Halloween,’ Chet remarked. ‘Now I am on a Train to Edinburgh and do not understand the mechanics of it,’ Chet said. ‘I noticed in the Florist that no one seemed to hear me or see me, although I could hear and see the customers and the Florist very well,’ Chet said. ‘I ended up leaving my money for some flowers I purchased on the counter and exiting with a funny feeling,’ Chet observed. ‘I do not remember anything after I heard the Leader say…Take Shelter…