The train wound its way through the mountains, its chassis gleaming under the full moon. On board, Kayla squirmed and fidgeted, unable to sleep. She’d been on the train for almost ten hours now, and despite being less than halfway back to Seattle from where she’d boarded in Los Angeles, as she slouched in her seat she found herself regretting her decision not to simply fly home. The train car was stuffy and unventilated, the wifi had stopped working an hour prior, and the white linoleum floors beneath the seats were uniformly sticky in a way that Kayla couldn’t help but find a bit disconcertin