The train left the station. The lights from the city faded until they travelled through the dark of a December night. Coyote spent an hour trying to read. He went over the same paragraph twice, and then went to sleep instead.
He woke and noticed the old woman sitting beside him was holding his arm. Surprised, he gave a little jump. The old woman turned towards him, pulling her hand away.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” she said, words fumbling quick. “You look just like my husband did. My mind wanders.”
He reached over, clasped her hand and went back to sleep.