The train again stops, the time between stops seems as if it were only seconds. Time is slowing so that we caan find ourselves. A woman comes into the subway car with us. She is a bag lady reeking of urine and carrying her life with her in a shopping cart.

"Mom?" the three of us say in unison.

The noise and silence simultaneously is too much. I feel sick like I want to get off. For this bad dream to be over.