The Train.

The Man walked into the seemingly spotless train station. He looked for the signs of his boarding, attempting to match the destination on his pass with the names on the screen overhead.

The metallic sliding door glided open. A rakish worker cautiously stepped out of the locomotive, “A word of forewarning to those of you who are boarding: You don’t know where we are going, hell, I don’t know where we are going. Once you leave this station, you’ll never come back. Although, I’m sure many of you have put enough thought into the Train to be certain of your decision.”

This Train was a reset, it was the literal manifestation of the New Year, it allowed those whom were too utterly disgusted with themselves and their lives to start a new beginning.

He handed the pass to the worker, and walked cautiously, just as the worker did, into the Train.

The interior of the train was drab, as if it were pulled out of the Brave New World itself. The silence of the strangers already seated was broken only by the sound of the Engineer over the speakers: “Rethink your actions, the changes you are to undergo are irrevocable.”

The Man placed himself next to the large, plexiglass window, he looked out into the snow covered wasteland, seemingly certain of his decision. Tears streamed, in his hand, a photograph.