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)