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eBook Category: Horror/Science Fiction EPPIE Award Winner
eBook Description: Phil Sarone is stuck in a job that he hates and a life that is going nowhere. One night on the commuter train, that all changes. Before the night is over, Phil will find himself in another dimension and in a whole universe of trouble.

eBook Publisher: Wings ePress, Inc, Published: Wings ePress, Inc, 2002
Fictionwise Release Date: May 2003

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Available eBook Formats [MultiFormat - What's this?]: Adobe Acrobat (PDF) [499 KB], eReader (PDB) [176 KB], Palm Doc (PDB) [160 KB], Rocket/REB1100 (RB) [143 KB], Microsoft Reader (LIT) [135 KB] - PocketPC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB) [198 KB], hiebook (KML) [376 KB], Sony Reader (LRF) [203 KB], iSilo (PDB) [131 KB], Mobipocket (PRC) [164 KB], Kindle Compatible (MOBI) [192 KB], OEBFF Format (IMP) [219 KB]
Words: 51988
Reading time: 148-207 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
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Something told me that if I fell asleep it could be dangerous.

But the relentless rhythm of the wheels, throbbing like a metallic heartbeat, was entirely too much for me. I gave up trying to make sense of the words that my weary eyes had been chasing across the surface of the newspaper for the past half-hour. I folded the paper and stuffed it into the crack between the seat and the rusty wall of the railroad car. It joined the candy wrappers and empty peanut bags that were already nested there. My shoulders slumped. I yawned. My head nodded, jerked, and nodded again.

I forced my eyes open. If I fell asleep now I might miss my station. No "might" about it--I would miss it. This should have been a strong and logical argument for wakefulness but, when pitted against the hypnotic throb of train wheels and the mental torpor produced by ten hours of watching computer lights blink, logic lacks potency.

I began to think, but in my semi-conscious state it was more like brooding. Where was my life heading, anyway? Data processing was my chosen profession but had I really chosen it, or let it choose me? When was the last time I had made anything that vaguely resembled a career choice? The sad fact was that I didn't remember. Phil Sarone, boy failure--utterly rudderless at twenty-six.

I watched the conductor advance up the aisle of the almost empty car. He did not look at me or at the few other drowsy passengers the car held. He advanced on sailor's legs, as the car rocked beneath him on shock absorbers that had probably worn out a few months before the close of World War II. He was in downhill coast mode. All the tickets had been long ago collected and most of his passengers had already detrained. He glanced at his watch, no doubt anticipating the end of his tour. Not one of the usual conductors--probably working the milk run as a favor to the regular guy. Some favor! Welcome to the "Land of the Lost."