The train stopped. Sanesh awoke with a start. His own reflection stared at him from the window. Blackest night reigned outside, and the jungle brushed against the carriage.
“What is going on?” The compartment was abandoned. The ceiling lamps flickered.
Someone knocked on the door, and the metal shuddered. Sanesh turned and found his reflection gone, the window just a square of empty darkness.
Another knock.
“Who is there?”
Sanesh inched closer. The handle moved, the door swung open.
As the train accelerated again, Sanesh awoke with a start: and from within the window, he stared at his own reflection.
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