The afterthoughts

In the middle of nowhere, amidst the endless blackness of a forever night, there is a train. Ordinarily it speeds along in the empty darkness. As much as a train can speed along, when it has no track to speed upon and no landscape to speed through. Motion, like time, reason and destination, is an affectation here.

An unnamed narrator wakes suddenly to find himself in the compartment of a train he cannot remember boarding. His fellow passengers are both strange and familiar. Together, they must work out the truth of their situation. Are they memories of long, forgotten souls, or something else? And what links them through the mists of time.

They are the afterthoughts, trapped in their past, searching for a future.