My head is throbbing. I check for blood—none. Then I check the old man next to me. Poor guy is just as confused as the rest of us.
One second, we’re riding on an airport’s tram to our next stop, the fluorescent bulbs our only light source in the dark tunnel. The next, we’re violently thrown off balance as the tram screeches to a sudden halt.
“Um, ladies and gentlemen,” the tram conductor announces over the intercom, “we apologize for the emergency stop. We will continue in j—”
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