"Yeah," Edgar says, and swallows, "yeah, let's do that."

He stumbles after Max, and gingerly sinks into the indicated seat. This is all right, he's thinking, this isn't terrible, he can handle this, it's just --

The doors slide shut, and there's an enormous huff like some great beast sighing in its sleep, and the train slowly begins to move. Slowly, sliding rattle and thud over the tracks, then gradually faster, until suddenly the floor is rumbling against the soles of his feet, and the seat against his ass and his back, with the rhythm that his bones and blood knew before he had words.

For a moment he forgets to breathe.