The Fantasy Express
Jumping out of his seat after an invigorating sleep, Jack woke up to the ear-piercing sound of a train whistle. He looked around confused, the last thing he could remember was being at the bar with his friends celebrating his 22nd birthday. He had short, messy, dark brown hair and wore a black hoodie with a pair of Khakis. He was sitting on a train, beside the window, without any idea of how he got there.
