Outside the window I could just make out the train tracks lit by the full moon. But I couldn’t keep my eyes open. That delicious sleepiness that only a child feels after a long day of playing outside or visiting distant relatives or encountering unusual places—that total fatigue abated my normal fear of the nightmare. As I drifted off, I heard the whistle blow; and I wondered about the people on that train. Where are they going? Why did they leave? Who are they leaving behind?