On Saturday night, a lighthouse flashes white to blue and four teenagers drown. On Sunday, they go to Waffle House, smelling like fish and Dove's grapefruit and lemongrass deodorant. This is a chain of events.

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THE STORY OF LUKAS LANCASTER, AND HOW HE BECAME -- or, how a phoenix needs a spectacular flame to be reborn again. [ #204 spiritual 12.19.15 ]

❝Do me a favor, Wynona Benoit: tell me that unselfish deeds exist. Be careful though, because I'll start to believe in the world again if you do.❞

There is an intangible magic to the secret double-lives of strangers on trains. She spends her journeys gazing out at city lights outside the window of the train. He watches strangers on the seats around him. Two strangers living off the stories of strangers, with only one journey to find their own. {Written 2013.}

Sometimes all you really need is a place to call home. * * * NOTE AS OF 04/2026: This is the old version of the story from 2012. It is currently being reprised, which you can also find under my profile here in wattpad as "5:48 [reprised]"