The Orient Express:

Private Car:

Last Stop Berlin:

The door had barely closed when I was manhandled. The next thing I know my back hit the floor with a deep thud. I was staring up at the elegantly decorated ceiling of the train car. The painted panels were murals depicting Victorian London in all its glory of that bygone era. The center panel was a lovely redhead dressed in a cream colored gown with a backdrop of a familiar manor house. But it was the queer black monolith that didn't belong that got my full attention until my mother and sisters pressed close demanding it here and now.

"Um hello...