1.1 - Light me up.

- Is there a nonsmoking section on the train?

Asked the man.

- Yes, and you can make reservations to travel in a non-smoking car.

And so he entered on what would be the same boring overnight at Gatwick's Express.The lightbulbs played a timorous-diffident cloth above the passengers, quailing the smoky chokes all around the Smoking Section.

He lighted it up as he missed it everyday, and sat on his own world beneath his adored guitar-string ideas. Following this sound across his ears he looked forth, searching for new faces and blasting his cigarette and putting the smoke up to his head.

- Better sleep than think.

He said out loud to himself to calm the previous reaction, maybe caused by the noise or may be caused by the smoke scattering into his lungs. As soon as it started to seem convincing, that the thought wasn't worth summoning, he fell into a deep sleep, breaking his neck onto the window glass without caring too much.




- Don't forget your coat, I saw on TV that's snowing a lot over Gatwick.


Not really caring he smiled at the phone when he saw 'Mom' written there. Blocked the phone and headed to the bathroom.