Since we’d boarded, most of the noise in the coach had consisted of Meg shushing me every time I spoke, sneezed, or cleared my throat.
I whispered to Meg, “I don’t want to alarm you-” For all I knew, he was simply a working-stiff monster on his way home. No doubt the Mist warped their perceptions, making them see just another commuter. He moved with remarkable grace for what was basically an oversize balloon animal, taking a seat at the opposite end of the coach, facing our direction. Two heads protruded from the collar of his dress shirt like twin periscopes.
The creature had threaded himself through a blue silk business suit, looping his body into the sleeves and trouser legs to approximate human limbs. Still, I was concerned when a two-headed boa constrictor boarded our train at Union Station. WHEN TRAVELING THROUGH WASHINGTON, DC, one expects to see a few snakes in human clothing.
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