The 2 am train arrived on time half an hour later in dense fog.
When the train opened its automatic doors, Richard was the only passenger to board the train.
Wilson was still thinking about the strange conversation he had had with the little old man selling tickets at the ticket window in the station office.
He looked around and found nothing strange. He saw only ordinary people quietly reading the newspapers, looking out of the window or chatting quietly.
The train departed soon after and sped away from the old station.
Wilson took his mobile phone out of his inner coat pocket and was about to absentmindedly check some emails, social media and the like when he suddenly noticed that the passengers in the car were looking at him, grinning wickedly.
An elderly woman sitting next to him said:
-Richard, so you decided to go to another world with us?
Wilson looked at her strangely.
-Hey, how do you know my name?
Then the nonagenarian burst out laughing, exposing her toothless mouth.
-Yes, Richard, you have made your choice; the ticket man warned you, however, before you reach your destination, you must go through the initiation ceremony.
At that moment, a young man under thirty stood a few feet away from him and said, "I don't understand what's going on.
-I don't understand what's going on. You all seem to know me, but I don't know you. I don't know what initiation means," replied Wilson, who was beginning to panic.
-It's simple, my friend, to go to another world, you have to die first; but don't worry. We'll help you.