continue living. He moves quickly and as he gets to the top step he stops to listen again. The doorway surrounded by a frame of light is strange looking in the darkness, as if floating there, and he can hear mark barking orders at the drones at the end of the corridor.

Looking under the door he can see that the floor here opens up at the end into a type of reception area. The top floor was probably the one with the more expensive suites so the layout was different. He watches as Mark who is dressed in combat fatigues, black boots and wearing an army beret as if he is some sort of military commander, screaming and cursing at whatever drones are unlucky enough to be within range, demanding to know what is going on with the train.

Mark: WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO