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TRAIN FLIGHT (3): The Sanctuary

TRAIN FLIGHT (3): The Sanctuary

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Published by Elizabeth Newton
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 TRAIN FLIGHT The Sanctuary 
by Elizabeth Newton
(Trafford Publishing)
Chapter One
 The Consultant
“Next patient please,” said a tall, young woman emerging stiffly from a dimly lit consulting 
room. Glasses, modest white blouse, black pencil skirt, hair in a loose bun. Another woman, awkward and unsure of herself, stood up from a chair in the waiting roomand followed the consultant into the room. When the consultant sat down behind her desk, she
could hear her boss’ words in her head:
 
“Remember, it is im
portant not to refer to them aspatients. They are clients.
Clients 
.”
 
“Why don’t you tell me what’s on your mind?” she said after settling the visitor into a comfy 
chair.
“Well I, suppose I’m just so stressed at the moment, what with work– 
the extra hours
they’vegiven me. My husband isn’t able to get any time off work at the moment so he’s not able to stay 
home with the children. I would normally of course but we need the second income because of all the fees and bills and tax and just... everything! Cindy, my youngest has just had some tests
done and we’ve been told that she should go to a special school, which means higher fees and
costs for equipment and learning materials and private tutoring. Max wants to start learning the
guitar and I haven’t the hea
rt to say no. I always wanted my children to be musical. And Caleb,my eldest is supposed to be going on this trip with his football team up to the Gold Coast
 – 
I just
don’t know how I’m supposed to cope. We’re running out of money fast!”
  The consultant was nodding sympathetically.
“George–that’s my husband–is trying to get a pay rise, but I don’t think that’s going to
happen any time soon. You see, I need the extra hours at work to pay for everything, but it only 
means I’m going to have to get a baby sitter
in for the evenings after school, which means
more 
 
money.” Sh
e sighed a big, stressed, sigh. The consultant
nodded again and spoke in a calm, breathy voice. “Yes. I understand your
predi
cament.” She got up and walked
 
around to the front of her desk. “It is
very 
stressful 
isn’t it?”
She looked at her client with kind, caring eyes. Her voice was smooth and velvety 
 – 
like she wastrying to calm a spooked horse. She put her hand up to her glasses and slowly slipped them off the end of her nose. The worried woman
continued. “Sometimes I wish it could all just go away. For all of it to
just sort itself out without me having to do
anything.
 
“Or even... escape it all. Get away.”
 
“Oh if only it could be that simple. If only there was a quick solution like that. But I
know 
that’s not possible. I just came here so that I could have a good chat about it. Today’s my oneday off for quite a while.”
 
“Let your stress go, right now in this room.”
  The woman let out a big breath of air and closed her eyes.
“Imagine, you’re free.
You have no responsibilities. No one is relying on you. You have
nothing to do. You don’t need to feed anyone. You don’t need to drive the car anywhere. In
fact, yo
u have no car... you don’t need one.”
 
 The woman sighed again and smiled. “Oh, that sounds
ood. Problem is, all my problems
are back as soon as I jump back in the car.”
 
 
“Y 
ou have no car. Remember?
” The consultant smiled and looked to the floor for a second. Then she said in her soft and gentle voice, “Come through.”
 
 The woman opened her eyes and looked up. “Through to where?”
  The consultant was indicating an adjoining room with her outstretched arm and a kind,
 welcoming smile. “Another consulting room it’s, more private.”
 
Odd,
thought the woman, but she wandered through all the same.Once the client had walked through the inner door, the calm, sympathetic consultantstepped in with her and quietly closed the door behind her. And
that’s when the
blinding light and the terrible screeching 
started. That’s the moment
 when
Linda Patterson’s life slipped through her fingers like sand.
 * * * The Captain and Paulo were standing around on a grassy hill top, gazing around at the beautiful vast expanse of countryside. All there was, as far as the eye could see was bright, lush greengrass, blue sky... and nature. Just nature. The smell of nature, the sound of nature, a perfectpicture of clean, refreshing nature.Evie Bamford was soaking it all up, wandering off and enjoying the sunshine.
She seemedunaffected by the fact that the three travellers had no idea where they were. That something hadgone wrong with the controls of the Train.
 
“So if we’re not on your planet Captain,” said Paulo, “where are we exactly?”
 
“Well I hate to fill you with anxious doubt and insecurity,” replied the Captain, “but I have
absolutely no idea. I mean, usually when I land on a strange planet, I could give you a rough ideaof at least
 what galaxy we’re in
.
But I regret to say, I can’t for the moment. We were meant to
have landed on my 
home planet but... this is nothing like my home.”
 
“This place is beautiful though.”
 
“Exactly. Definitely can’t be my home.”
 
“But this kind of landscape...” began Paulo, “well it could very well be Serothia.”
 
“It could very well be Evie’s Earth too. It cou
ld very well be any number of different planets.
 That’s why it’s so hard to say where it is we are.”
 
“I see what you mean. So what do you reckon? Those three days Mallory was stuck insidethe Train, he battered up the controls a bit?”
 
“In a fit of rage probably, trying to get free.”
 
“What do we do then, look for him or what?”
 
“No, since he’s decided to run off–never to be seen again, he’s no longer our problem. He’llbe stuck here. Come on, let’s get back inside the Train and see if we can get it back on track. It’stime I got Evelyn home.” On his way to the Train door, he called out, “Evelyn, come on, let’sgo!”
  There was no reply.
“Evie?” called Paulo.
 
Evie Bamford was from Earth like you and me, (I assume), and more specifically, from Adelaide, Australia.She was fourteen and her bursting curiosity was what had thrown her and the Captain together.
 
Train
/tre
n/,
n.
¹
 
a set of carriages or wagons, whether self-propelled or connected to a locomotive.
²
 
todiscipline and instruct a person or animal to perform specified actions.
 
³
a vehicle made from the wreckage of arailway steam
train specially built to travel in space and time, the paint work of which enabling it to ‘appear’
invisible.
 
Serothia is Paulo’s home planet. It is found in the Black Eye galaxy (or M64) and it’s a pla
ce where everyoneis always really nice to each other.
Mallory was a man they had recently met who wanted to steal the Train to escape and travel around theuniverse by himself, probably only to do evil deeds and plan devious schemes for his own benefit. The Captainhad been on his way to returning him back home and now here they were.

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