Maglev train to the Underairport

[I laid down in my truck, just for a moment, tired, comfy, más o menos. Oh sleep —]

We board the metro in Denver, the space-age maglev train, that goes down into the earth. Of course. On our way to the airport — somehow housed underground. We reach a stop where a friend disembarks from the train, and I realize it too late! Oh no! I leap to my feet and go for the doors, which shut just before I can slip off. Hey! Hey open! I pound on the doors. No good — oh but, how did that fellow just get on? It was as though he walked through the wall of the train... an optical illusion? Hidden doorway? 

How are we going to catch up with Xx? As the train lifts into the magnetic air, it swoops up and around, turning in an odd way. I recognize now that this is not the stop we were supposed to get off at, this is not the end of the line. It is a relief that I didn't miss my stop.

But now the loudspeakers declare a sort of state of emergency. The metro is being evacuated, the entire system, no exceptions! says the voice. Mary and I look at each other, "The entire system, that's gotta be impossible!" our eyebrows seem to query. The train is now hovering up and up toward the ground level, light, with haste and with many others flying nearby in a sort of enormous sloping hall, lit like a scene from the lastest Star Trek movie.

The voice now tells us again, "No exceptions! The only arrests that will be made will be for the murder of other passengers attempting to evacuate." This is stated as though it is a calming reassurance. Oh thanks, Voice.