Shuffling in your seat, you feel something poke into your leg causing it to jerk up in surprise. As you run a smooth hand under it, you discover something oblong and upon closer inspection you discover it's a journal.

The Journal Of Meredith Rosalind

Although you consider yourself to be quite respectful, you can't help but surface, b to the calling of the olden pages. The allure of the gold lettering. The secrets are hidden within. You shouldn't but you still open it. If anybody asks you were just looking for a name and address but soon enough you find yourself engrossed in the life of Ms. Rosalind. You find yourself devouring page after page of the woman who survived a shark attack, an idol who sang their way across Asia, an adventurer who discovered the lost ruins of an Aztec warrior, and a heroine who saved an orphanage from a terror attack.

Each page is a story by itself and you can only envy how much life each aged slip of parchment has in comparison to your own existence. Although the jealousy creeps throughout your veins, itching you to tear the journal into pieces, you can't help but admire the person who single handedly circumnavigate the globe by boat and by plane. Each station you pass is like a wormhole to another existence, each entry a treasure hoard of lies, deceit, truth, love and courage. Whether she be mining blood diamonds, hunting poachers or raising red pandas, you can't help but root for Ms. Rosalind in whatever she does.

As dawn turns to dusk, your adventures through Ms. Rosalind's life too slowly draws to a close. Having fully devoured the weals and woes, page after page you feel as if you've lived a thousand lifetimes in a single sitting. When you first got on the train you were wandering aimlessly just hoping to getaway from the dreariness of modern life yet now as the train slows to a halt you have the found the passion to live - the soul of life itself. You know what you have to do. You have to find Ms. Rosalind whatever the cost, wherever she goes, to live the life you always dreamed of.

Suddenly the train stops and the final destination is called out.

"Welcome to Sakura Station. Please take care as you exit. Please don't forget your belonging and if you do, do not try to reboard the train unless you face some dire concequencds. Thank you for your cooperation."

You get up, grasping the journal tight within your hand, the most precious object in a long time. Flattening your clothes you step off into the cool air wondering what the second part of the announcement was about but as soon as your feet touch solid ground, your face drains as white as the tombstone in front of you. The tombstone of your hopes and dreams. The tombstone of your future.

"Here lies Meredith Rosalind. May she rest in peace for eternity."