Fuzzy words blurt out from a speaker next to the traincars’s door. “The train is about to derail any passenger not properly secured may want to brace for impact.”

The big man across sitting across the table, Dot, began to glisten all over his body. He looked at me with wrinkled eyes and a open grin. He said, “Surely you’ll survive right Jace?” He laughed as his sheen coat hardens. His turns grey...