July 17, 2019
It's the day after the boy/slimy toy incident. At Buendia an old woman gets on. "Anong oras na po?" I ask. "Ngayon," she says. It might have been 4 a.m.? She hands me a bag with two pandesals in it. Warm. The smell instantly makes me cry. "Saan po kayo bababa? Pwede pong sumama?" "Ikaw ang bahala," she answers. She's calm yet I'm scared she might hurt me. Why is this suddenly possible? Surely someone controls this train? We still don't know why this is happening. I eat my bread, turn to the woman, and discover she's gone.