It was nearly nighttime now, and my stomach growled at me, complaining its emptiness.  Searching through my carry-on bag, I found what had once been a can of juice.  I guessed it had exploded on the plane.

After about ten hours (which in reality was only ten minutes) a box car slowed and stopped in front of the platform.  The door slid sideways to reveal a girl with an understanding expression.  “Come on in,” she welcomed me.

With hesitant but great relief, I stood up and grabbed my suitcase and carry-on bag.  Dropping my luggage, I clutched my head as a searing pain shot through my brain and blurred my vision for a moment.  Weird, I thought, shaking it off.  The girl didn’t seem to notice.

“I’m Sofita,” she said, smiling.

“That’s an…interesting name,” I said politely.  “It’s different.”

Suddenly her smile vanished and her face turned deadly.  “There’s nothing wrong with my name,” she said.  I could have sworn her hair was blonde before, but perhaps the lighting in the car was making it appear crimson, and she must have been wearing contacts, for her eyes were oddly yellow.  On top of that, either she was one of those girls who had gone tanning excessively or the light was also making her appear burned and red….

As she stood up from her seat, I noticed how oddly large she had grown, and she seemed to be continually growing.  “What’s going on?” I cried.  This girl wasn’t human anymore; she was some unreal and impossible being.

The driver seemed to be uncannily oblivious to everything and didn’t glance twice at her.  This is just like the plane, I thought, and I’m the only sane one here!  I slid to the floor and slouched down as far as I could while Sofita continued to grow.  “What’s wrong with you?” I shouted.  Then, in a more panicked tone, I said, “What’s wrong with me!  This is all a nightmare!”

“Nothing is wrong with me!” Sofita shrieked maniacally.  She thrashed around in the car, kicking my luggage across the small compartment and smashing the glasses of complimentary drinks.  She swung her arm around and knocked the driver out of his seat, and the car stopped abruptly.  I was flung across the floor and felt an unexpected shock near each of my shoulders.  I looked up at Sofita.  “What the—”

“Clear,” she said in a calmer, more monotonous tone.

I experienced the horrible shock again and a spinning dizziness overwhelmed me and I tightly closed my eyes.  I felt an unusually strong urge to sleep, but tried to hold on; tried to keep awake.