@ShortStory
Halia froze. It happened for a brief second. The second when everything stopped. The passengers, the tick of the clock. She leaned forward, looking at the woman sitting in front of her. "Did you see that?"
Pause. The woman shook her head, raising the newspaper over her face. 'Tragic Incident On-' Halia sighed, looking outside the window. The landscape was no longer hills and greenery. In fact, there was no landscape at all.
The train tracks were clouds, and the destination? A shimmering white portal ahead. A distorted hymn played.
And before she could even blink, the clock stopped ticking.