Nachi had already been dozing when the gas emerged from the vents in the ceiling. He was having a pleasant dream of his childhood, a memory of when his entire family had been together but it was soon shattered, turning into a nightmare as the gas started to effect him. Shifting uneasily, his headset slipped off his ears so that music filled the vehicle. After two hours of classic, he had finally switched to something more modern, something that seemed to fit the situation ironically enough.
Past the point
of no return -
no backward glances:
the games we've played
till now are at
an end . . .
Past all thought
of "if" or "when" -
no use resisting:
abandon thought,
and let the dream
descend . . .
What raging fire
shall flood the soul?
What rich desire
unlocks its door?
What sweet seduction
lies before
us . . .?
Past the point
of no return,
the final threshold -
what warm,
unspoken secrets
will we learn?
Beyond the point
of no return . . .
The eerie music floated softly but powerfully about the compartment, the final thing the semiconscious students heard before their induced slumber.
Across the aisle, Kat was already resting her head on her friend's shoulder.
(The song's from 'Phantom of the Opera," guys. Yeah, Nachi's a complete art geek... Then again, he's modeled after me. Song seemed fitting.)