“It’s time for this dream to end.”
“I’m not going to let you commit suicide,” Titus pleaded. Roger picked up a stone and threw it. It hovered.
The train struck.
Roger awoke in a nursing home. “The train?”
The nurse shook her head. “What train?”
“No, you’re dying.”
Roger looked at his wrinkled hands. His vitals failed and he passed away.
The stone fell to the ground. Roger jumped out the way of the train. He didn’t want to die twice.