Frank was a train driver for The City.  It was a good job, even if it didn’t pay well.  It beat slinging burgers.  It beat just about any job he could get Outside.  And Frank’s options were very limited.
The crash had been, an accident.  But after getting his ‘time to think,’ he understood that accidents weren’t just products of random chance, but bad decisions.  One bad decision had cause so much suffering.  At least in The City, he could still drive a train.  He eased her into Commercial Station.
The woman stepped from the platform just ahead of him.

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