What the shit? Peter Busch? Tom must have changed it when I went to get the gasoline, or maybe he did something stupid and forgot to tell me. Tom said that if we blew up the train it would be fun fun fun. How does he know. He's not even alive or tangible. He talks tooooo much. I want to kill him, stab him, shoot him. This train glides effortlessly toward what? hope? the future? the end of days I suppose......