Trent – Let me just say – I need to say it – that I wasn’t sure I would agree to this and come along. I didn’t think anything bad was going to happen, but I sort of assumed that it wasn’t really necessary, that we had said all that needed to be said, and that whatever you thought this might achieve, it probably wouldn’t.
Claire – And? And now, that you are here?
Trent – Look outside. The trees rush by. Sometimes I think I can relax my eyes and slow down the trees until I can see each one individually. And behind them, mountains. I’ve never seen a mountain. Not a real one, just hills we like to flatter with grandiose names. I made the right choice. I want to be here, with you, seeing this together.
Claire – But that’s not enough.
Trent – No, I know.
Claire – The smell in the morning, and the smells in the evening, just as it becomes dark, it reminds me of your brother’s wedding.
Trent – Don’t.
Trent – Which smells?
Claire – The smell of. Well, to me it smells like potential and excitement, but really what I am smelling is crispness and, in the evening, wood chips and smoke. It always reminds me of his wedding.
Trent – I still haven’t decided if we should go.
Claire – Trent, we’re here. We might never be here again.
Trent – But I don’t. It’s hardly meaningful, is it? It’s just one enormous monument. He isn’t there, not really, and neither is Anna. It’d just be for me if I went.
Claire – No. Perhaps. I’m not really sure. They died here, but they aren’t here, or anywhere really. It’s so strange to think that they have completely gone, that everyone who died was just – vaporised, I guess. It’s like a science fiction.
Trent – I just don’t know. We’re so close. I watch the trees go by, I relax my eyes and it seems like everything is moving slower, and I just don’t know. What if I choose wrong?
Part of the Railroad Perfection series