Slowly, the train car empties. James looks out the window to watch a growing fire. It's a mess. It ruins the view of a set of beautiful(?) mountains, but does it? It seems that everyday now, you can't look out a window without seeing the haze of pollution. It's a mess.
Twenty minutes pass and the smoke spreads across the sky. James, starring up, begins to wonder if the sky represents his life that is now becoming a mess.
He turns to take a break and sees someone staring into the same sky, in the same way.
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