Even if she could get to know like-minded travel companions, even if they showed her generous grace, even if she could witness the end of a complete journey with those companions - that's all just a momentary fluke. She didn't care when that pretentious blond man left without saying goodbye, just like how she didn't care about her distant homeworld and old friends. Passengers come and go on the Express, and perhaps not even "the conductor" would be able to accompany her and the Express from start to finish.īut she doesn't care. No travel companion is more faithful to her than this suitcase. But now, it's packed with a molecular saw, an escaped satellite, and countless other contraptions - the embodiment of her whims and the proof of her resolute will. Previously, she'd filled it with all kinds of train repair tools to fix up the Express. "Let's go then." Without hesitation, the girl replied, "Just as you brought me home, so would I take you home, too."
She wonders what kind of journey that would be. It asksed her whether she'd like to travel together. From that altitude, the journey is so short, and even the ocean of her homeworld appears so insignificant. It starts up only briefly, but it is enough to skid across the sky of her home. They are faraway, beyond her homeworld, yet also close enough to be a simple train ride. The Express shows her a myriad of magnificent worlds. She walks in and see the scenery outside beginning to change. At the shoreline, the waters jostle against her like how the tide treats that stranded Express, alone and lost. Her limbs drag her forward, leading her on to where the land meets the ocean. And then more, smaller ones, flickering and flashing ever so finely before a magnificent blaze tore open the night.
She looks up to the stars, and just then sees meteors streaming down: one, two, three. She remembers what she looked like as a college freshman, remembers her chosen major - interstellar travel dynamics - and now she's lying face down in the mud. She just walked and walked, on and on into the dark night, chasing the sun and the moon, over and over again - until she falls.
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