by Gerard Bowlby, ed. by James Hanna Oscar Bernardino “GASP!” Jill sprang forward from her seat, her chest heaving with a sudden panic. It was as though she had woken from a nightmare. A sense of confusion and fogginess surrounded her. “Where am I?” She looked around and reclaimed her surroundings. “That’s right, I’m on the train.” She placed her hand to her forehead, scolding herself for the lapse of memory. “I-I must have dozed off. What a foolish thing to do on a train. I