I close my eyes and relax. letting my tense muscles go loose. I listen to the steady hum of the train. And then, without warning, a warm tear spills from my eye, runs down my cheek to my mouth and, after a while, dries up. No matter, i tell myself. It's just one tear. It doesn't even feel like it's mine, more like part of the rain outside. It was raining outside. Clouds were dark and heavy. Did i do the right thing? "You did the right thing" the boy named Autumn says "You did what was best. No one else could have done as well as you did. After all, you're the toughest fifteen-stories tale in the world". "But i still don't know anything about life" i protest. "Listen to the music" he say. "And Listen to the wind". I nod. "I know you can do it". I nod again. "You'd better get some sleep" the boy named September says. "When you wake up, you'll be a part of a brand-new world". You finally fall asleep. And when you wake up, it's true. You are a part of a brand-new world!