Janice looked up...

Janice looked up at the vaulted ceiling of the train station, with its crystalline, fractured pattern of tiles. "Well that was a pleasant train ride, don't you think?" she said.

Phyllis groaned, and dropped to the floor, shuddering, moaning, and vomiting up pieces of rubber and food the size of eggs as she spun, legs working frantically, in wide circles on the floor.

"Phyllis! Not again!" Janice cried, dropping to her knees.

A man in a hat walked by, then another. "Spadooby," they all muttered.