Novel: Occult Adventure
The train sped along between the towers, people milling about beneath its tracks and holding platforms. Atsel was wearing a twilight blue trenchcoat now, over a wool sweater and black jeans. It was not unlike Amnon’s outfit, since he had been the one to pick it out. But Atsel hadn’t noticed the gripping cold and the piles of snow he tripped over in his new boots.
The watch had been stopped 500 years ago. Cars hadn’t been invented yet. He had been trapped in slow motion nigh stopped, most of that time spent in Cain’s apartments, often covered in sheets or carted around in boxes like just another statue. Watching the world flash by too fast to comprehend.
Now he was peering out the window of a train. He shrieked as it pulled away from the station and he was caught off balance. The other passengers – a middle aged well-to-do couple and a sleepy not so well-to-do man glanced up before grumbling deep in their minds about drunks.