It is the beginning of the end.
'Church! Church! Wake up — you're dreaming! Please wake up, Church!'
'Maybe it's just time.'
It is the beginning of the end.
'Where is the meaning in life?'
'What is real?'
'There are signs, certainly, but in the end, who knows?'
'You don't have to leave me, Church.'
It is the beginning of the end.
'So cold. Oh, please, why are you letting this happen?'
'Everybody describes it differently… like a shadow falling over them, or a jolt of electricity. I wish I could be more helpful.'
Chilled to his bones and aching, Church wakes; and then he wakes again, and there is the rhythm of the train, like the pulse of blood.
It is the beginning. Of the end.