I'm the only guy on the whole train who's got to lead people to life.

The women's heels stomped on the rails, and their short skirts swung along the steps, and their old job was cold and loose in danger, and the men reached out to hold the fallen captain, and held their hands close to her waist, and breathed close enough to hearing each other's heart beats, and the captain's eyes moved from resistance to blinking, and she grabbed her wrists, on the pretext that she had spent too much time trying to sort her collars, and the other one stood in the shadows, and he breathed more and more and more, and the escape lights were flashing, and people were coming closer and closer, and the breath was like a string that would break off at any time, and the captain was suddenly whispering in the hands of the men's ears, shivering.