in 2000 by
pair of boots walk along the runway of the San Francisco Train Station. An
Amtrak train nearby, hollering, hissing, and ready to move out. People move onto
the train. The boots belong to a girl. A beautiful girl aged 17. Her face cannot
be made out. It is obscured by long, beautiful, and soft black hair. The boots
continue to walk.
A microphone clicks on. Some chatter. Some
laughing. Some coughing. Then very suddenly this male voice says in a very mean
but firm tone: "What you're about to read is based on a story created by
this author. Of course it is not real and it does not intend to get your
impression of a real-life thing... so all you have to do is read. Though in the
back of your mind, please note that this is totally fictitious and that the author
did not come up with anything better because of a certain deadline set by this
very mean publisher....
John, do I really have to say this?"
A second voice belonging to a man named John says:
"For crying out loud. We went over this a very long time ago and you agreed
to do it. Now I don't understand the problem."
"The problem is that the author is my best
friend and I am talking about him like he's the meanest, dirtiest, and sickest
person. We did not agree on that, seriously. I don't see why I should say all
this. Is there a point to this?"
"The point lies in the story. Now just
continue your last couple of sentences so we can move on with the story. Also, I
might like to add, the fellow readers who are reading this right now seem to be
totally irritated. They read along these lines and think 'What on earth am I
reading?' I cannot blame them for thinking that. I would think the same thing.
Now just please finish your lines so the story can move on. Would you please?
Thank you." "Well, all right then. You want me to start over... no!?
Okay. I'm just going to finish it then. Here we go: The story that is about to
unfold talks about how a girl with the name of Lacey boards a train to Toronto,
Canada. She and her newly found friend known as Danny will be riding the train
together... and have some fun on the trip. Together, they will go trough a lot
of dangerous but also fun adventures. So without further revealing anything here
comes the story of two young people that are OFF and RUNNING...."
The pair of boots stop. The girl's hair still
obscures a glimpse of her face. Then out of friggin' nowhere this mad and loud
whistle emerges from a speaker right next to the girl's ears. The girl jerks
back, shrieking. Her ears have totally been hurt. She can't hear anything. She
looks around the train station. She sees people boarding the train to Toronto.
The only thing is she doesn't hear anything. It's like when someone screams in
your ear and everything around you is deadly silent. So now you know how this
girl is feeling. The girl takes her only baggage, a blue backpack, and walks
toward the train.
As she walks to the train, something is happening
behind her, which she does not take any notice of. In the background is a big
fat slimy and ugly alien. The alien is about to eat a man selling backpacks.
That man is very frightened. Then there are two gunshots. The alien blows up in
pieces. No blood, it just blew up in pieces, vanishing from existence. Two men,
dressed in black, known as MIB Agents, approach the backpack selling man. One of
them, Agent Fame, takes out a silver flashy thingy. He takes out a pair of
black sunglasses and puts them on. He is about to flash the thing into the
backpack man. The younger one, Agent Tame, is without glasses. Agent Fame
signals Agent Tame to put on the sunglasses. Okay, done that. A white flash
illuminates the train station. The backpack man looks blank.
BOARDING THE TRAIN
The girl enters a cabin with six seats. The girl
sits down by the window. Outside we see another alien. This one is chased by a
couple of agents. Back inside, the girl puts her stuff on the next seat. She
gets out a soda and opens it. Drains it. Refreshment grade A. Now for the first
time we can make out her face. It is Lacey. It is the one and only Lacey. She
looks very beautiful. No need for further description. The door to the cabin
opens and an old man enters with a suspicious looking briefcase. He sits down
just by the door. He sets down his briefcase. Looks at Lacey. "Hi
there," says the old man with a deep voice. "Hi, how's it going,"
says Lacey with no interest. "Pretty good."
The door opens again. A young man enters. He is in
his 30's. He closes the door and sits down opposite the old man. They exchange a
look. Both nod. And again to no real surprise the door opens again. A young guy
walks in. He also has a backpack. He closes the door and looks at the fellow
passengers. He seems to be interested in Lacey. He takes a seat opposite her, by
the window. He looks out with a small smile on his face. Outside, another alien
is being chased. Back inside, the young guy looks at Lacey. Their eyes meet and
lock on. A moment of silence passes. It is interrupted by a loud and mad
whistle. The train begins to roll.
"Hi. My name's Danny. How are you," says
the young guy now known as Danny.
"I'm pretty good how about yourself,"
replies Lacey with interest.
"Can't say I feel bad. So are you going to
"Oh yes. It's going to be a long way. My
name's Lacey by the way."
"Nice to meet you Lacey."
"Nice to meet you too, Danny it is?"
"Yes. Danny. Danny or Dennis."
The Train is in full motion now. It's roaring down
the tracks at 80 mph. It long passed the San Francisco area. Now all fields and
Now inside Lacey's cabin, we encounter both of
them in a conversation. While they talk, the old man with the suspicious
briefcase and the 30 year old man exchange another look. After a short moment,
the old man exits without his briefcase. The 30's man takes the briefcase. He
snaps it open so. Looks inside. Smiles. Then when grabbing inside the smile
fades. He closes it fast and throws it to the ground. He jumps up, opens the
door, and chases after the old man who just left. Danny's and Lacey's
conversation interrupted. They look at the briefcase. Then at each other.
Thinking "What the hell?!"
"That guy seems to be in a hurry," asks
"Yeah, seems like it," replies Lacey
with no real interest.
"Crazy people. There are crazy people. It's
no secret. We all know it's true. There's no point in lying about it. Some crazy
people tend to be overly aggressive I once read. But what can ya believe. That
guy had a problem?"
"I don't know. He looked kind of angry."
"Where did he go?"
"Probably after the old man. Wasn't the
"Yeah. He just left."
"Strange. What should we do with the
"You want to look inside," says Danny
reading Lacey's eyes.
"No. Not really," says Lacey. She's not
sure about it. "Maybe... I don't think we should."
"I think we should take a look inside."
"It's not ours Danny."
"So. It wasn't the guy's either. He didn't
ask the old man to take a look. He just took it and looked inside. Probably some
exchange deal, you know. Maybe drugs or money."
"I don't know about that. I mean, what if we
get caught or something?"
"Don't worry. Nobody will catch us. We're all
alone in here."
"Okay. Well, you open it then."
"I'll open it and you tell me what's inside.
That sound okay?"
"Okay. Sounds good."
A RICH DISCOVERY
Danny gets up and takes the briefcase. He goes
back to his seat. Sits down. Looks at Lacey. Lacey nods. Danny opens it. Lacey's
eyes widen. She laughs. She's happy at what she sees. Danny starts to laugh,
"What's inside," Danny asks.
"Take a look," Lacey says with joy.
Danny turns the briefcase around so he can see. Now he starts to laugh even
more. In it are stacks of 100 US dollar bills. Ten thousand dollars in one
stack. Danny takes one stack and looks at it.
"How much do you think it is," wonders
"I don't know. Let's count it," adds
Lacey with a smile.
"Okay. There's one. Two. Three. Four. Five.
Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Ten stacks. Wait there is more." Danny counts
it. Lacey smiles. A great moment of joy. Money just lying around in a briefcase.
Danny finishes, "It's uh... a total of 1.000.000 dollars. Sweet. Sweet. Hot
damn. Know what we can do with all this! Sweet."
"It's not ours Danny," says Lacey. It's
the truth. That a fact.
"Yes, yes I know. I'm just saying. You know
what we could do with all this?"
"I can imagine."
"I've always wanted a new car. You know I'm
driving this old Ford. Engine dies every day. It's a pain in the ass. With this
much money I can buy a new one easily."
"Don't get too excited. I mean, we can't take
it. It's not ours. It'd be stealing"
"So. Nobody knows we have it."
"What about the two guys who left?"
"They're gone. They won't come back. Come on.
Let's get off at the next station."
"Why would we get off at the next
"Oh come on Lacey. Let's have a little fun.
Won't hurt us, right!?"
"Lacey. This is a lot of money. Walking away
from it would be a crime. Hehe. Serious crime," chuckles Danny.
"It's a crime if we take it with us. And
don't joke around. This is serious."
A CRIME EITHER WAY
Danny gets his backpack and opens it. He starts
throwing in the stacks of money. Lacey looks on as stacks and stacks worth a
fortune disappear in Danny's backpack. She looks worried.
"How do we get to Toronto after we get off at
the next station?"
"We'll rent a car. No better, we buy one and
drive to Toronto."
"Don't be ridiculous. That'll take us more
than a day."
"Yeah. We're still gonna have fun though, am
"Yeah but our parents will be worried if we
don't show up in Toronto."
Danny considers this. Of course Lacey is right. They can't just take off and
leave. It wouldn't be a smart thing to do. Taking the money and going off at the
next station would be a crime. But then again, walking away from one million
dollars is a crime as well. It's not like they can just leave it there or return
it somewhere. They don't know who it belongs to and the two men that left a
couple of minutes ago don't seem to be coming back. Returning is the last
option. Walking away seems to be the top choice. At least that's what Danny is
considering on doing. Danny has an idea. Lacey takes one last good look the
money in the backpack. She then lifts her head up to look right in Danny's face,
trying to find an answer what to do.
"We'll call our parents after we get off this
train and say the train had to stop at the border to Canada. Something happened
and we didn't make it. Let's just say we take the next train. Everything will be
all right. In the meantime, we have a good time. Going shopping, staying
overnight at the most expensive hotel, enjoy the hotel's pool, and do whatever
we feel like. Money in the backpack. What can go wrong? What do you think,
Lacey," suggests Danny. "I think it could work. But we gotta do it
professionally," insists Lacey. Lacey smiles at Danny who is already at the
door. She takes her backpack and out she is.
The Train leaves the station. Danny and Lacey
stand all alone on the runway. The backpacks secured on their back. They wave
the train goodbye and share a laugh.
"Do you see a phone somewhere," says
Danny looking for a phone. Lacey does not respond.
"Lacey? Do you see a phone around here,"
"Oh... no I don't," says Lacey after
being somewhere else with her thoughts. Danny sighs. When he can't find a phone
anywhere, he searches his pockets for some change. Coins is all he got. He looks
at them, sorting out the quarters. "Okay, I
got money for one phone call. We gotta be straight when making it."
"I was just thinking how we tell our
parents," says Lacey.
Danny grabs her arm and they run off. Down some stairs. Along an empty street.
"Where do we go from here," asks Lacey
"We'll go where no one has ever been
before," jokes Danny.
They walk down the empty street and vanish behind a corner.