Stand clear of the closing doors, please! This train making all local stops to Canarsie.
Every stop. Each stop. Again and again.
Can I go to a stop beyond what has been planned for me? Or will the doors always be closing on what I could be?
Stand clear of myself?
Bing, boom.
No one may leave until I understand the fullness of what I have become.
Bing, boom.
(Passengers screaming)
This train making no stops ever again!
(Engine revving)