Maria said. “Well, where the hell is it?” I asked. We both looked at the control panel. Searching for an answer. Searching for a magical button that would make this train stop. Nothing. The control panel was big and bright with about a million buttons and controls and levers. The only thing I could determine was that the goddamn throttle had been jammed forward. It was stuck. “How long?” Maria asked. “How long do we have? Where did they blow the tracks?” I shook my head. “I don’t know. Ben said it would take about fifteen minutes to reach the residential area from the entry point. He also said that there was a lake down here. About ten minutes away.” “What? A lake?” “Yeah, there’s an underground lake. It’s up ahead. He said it would take about ten minutes to emerge from this tunnel. And then we should come out near, or over a lake. Apparently there’s a bridge, a massive long bridge that spans the lake to the other side.” “Wait,” Maria said, thinking out loud.
