Headache

Oh my god, my head throbbed like a punching ball. What happened? I can't remember a thing. I don't want to open my eyes because I know, the light will hit me and my headaches are coming back, but I feel so uncomfortable. No way, I need to open my eyes NOW. Where am I? In a train?? How come? I know, I visited my best friend for 2 days. She turned 25, and we had an amazing birthday party at her house. After the party, I helped her to clean up. The next day I had to go back home. But not in a train. I had a plan-ticket to get home. But I am in a train. My luggage. Where is it? Oh, just above me head; oh my head is so throbbing and my eyes are watery. “Good evening Miss, can I see your ticket please?”. “Of course you can. Where is this train going to?”, “It is going to No-Where”. “It is going to No-Where?? Where is that city? Never heard of it?” The conductor seems a little out of fantasy. He smiles, and then starts to laugh. “No-Where-City as you call it means, we are going No-Where.”. My head still hurts a lot and my eyes still don't want to stay open. “Ok, so this city doesn't exist as you say. Then what is No-Where? A small train station?”. He still looks at me like he wants to shake me like an old medicine bottle. He still holds my plane-ticket in his hands. But I am in a train—and I don't have a train ticket. It looks like he doesn't realize that he is holding a wrong ticket in his hands. Maybe I am just a bit too straight forward to him? I don't feel good, and he is not giving me the answer I need. “Sir, I need to be at NYC by 10am tomorrow morning for an interview. So what can I do to get there as fast as possible?”. He looks now stupid too; same as me, probably. “There is nothing you can do to get to NYC as fast as possible. Your destination is not on-route, and you are not going to make it. Be happy when you are able to survive this train.” I can not believe what he is saying. I must be sleeping and dreaming, and I need to wake up. He gives me a little push with his hands, and it hurts. “Stop doing this,” I am yelling at him. “I am going to call the cops”. He backs up and his laughs are getting louder. His voice is so unreal, and I am scared now. Really scared. “Where is the next train stop?”, I asked him. But he is not giving me an answer. I asked him twice. He backs up, and he starts to close the door. I am rushing forward to stop him from closing the door, but I am too late. He is gone, and I can't open that fricking door. My head gets worse, and I have the feeling that I am trapped. I am rushing to the window. Windows always opens if you slide them down. I am hanging on the handle—but the window is not moving an inch. I am getting more and more scared, my heart beats like my grandfathers old clock. There must be somewhere a small hammer…a hammer where you can destroy the window in emergency cases. I can't find it. Think! Think! It must be somewhere. I need to get out of this train, out of this compartment. I need to be in NYC by 10am tomorrow for my interview, my new job, my new career. Likewise, I can't stay in here and I can't wait for miracles. Furthermore, I need to find a way out of this situation. My grandfather always said, if you are in a bad situation, sit back, close your eyes and start thinking. But will I be able to wake up again? I need to follow instructions. I will follow my grandfathers instructions, and I am hoping that I will wake up in my plane, flying straight to NYC.