The Misadventures of a Wannabe Indiana Jones
Blackness still surrounds me even as I am gaining consciousness. My head is throbbing, and I can’t seem to open my eyes for the life of me. Something tells me that I don’t want to open them and stay in the comfort and peace of the darkness. I allow myself to stay in this somewhere in between state of consciousness for a few more precious moments. That is until a jerk startles me to full consciousness. The curiosity getting the better of me, I open my eyes. I blink a few times, adjusting my eyes. Even though the light is low, it still takes a few moments to adjust. I feel the jerky movements and know that I am on a train. Okay, that explains the question where am I? I think to myself. Perhaps the two more significant questions I still need answers to are; Where am I going? and how did I get on the train in the first place? I check my pockets for clues to help me determine the answers to one or both of those questions. I realize that I have no ticket for the train in the first place. I have $2.44, a tiny pocketknife, and no passport or other ID. In my other pocket, I have a cellphone that is down to less than fifteen percent battery life. Hanging from my belt loop is a small flashlight.
