I can’t stop thinking about his crazed eyes as he ran past us. His coat tail blowing behind him with an expression of a man that had just been released from solitary confinement. Except it wasn’t solitary confinement it was just a train car. Except the train doors did not yield to his presence in front of them, he pried them open with his hands. Was that blood on his fingers? I didn’t have time to find out, because a stampede of others wearing the same expression stumbled out of the car. My mother gripped my arm and pulled me out of the way. As the last lunatic made his way out, the conductor ran after him, attempting to crab the edge of his shirt but he stumbled to the ground in vain. Someone reached down and helped the conductor to his feet. His face was drained of color. “No, no, no, no,” He mumbled, he put his face in his trembling hands. “Sir are you okay what happened.” Asked the kind stranger who helped him up. “I, I, I,” the conductor stuttered, then he slowly looked around at the crowd of onlookers. His face calmed as if he had thought of a solution to his myster