This choice: Go back and look for the mother. • Go Back... You panic.
But only for a second, because you realize that the baby is starting to cry and two chaotic individuals is more than necessary in a situation like this.
So, you take a couple of deep breaths while the cry of the baby gets incrementally louder every few seconds.
Then you finally achieve a calm enough mind, so you can lean back towards the baby.
"Shhh, it's okay." You gently whisper. "It's okay. We will find your mommy now."
Before you finish the sentence, you foot has already pressed down upon the gas pedal along with your right hand on the gear stick. The car makes a rather loud motoring noise. The baby cries harder now.
"Ohhh, I am sorry." You exclaim as calmly as you can with a tear in your eye. "We just have to hurry a little. That's all."
You almost hit a bicyclist as you get off the freeway, but manage to evade him perfectly. In a way, this makes you feel a little like James Bond. Up on the side walk your cab goes. More passengers, but you evade them too. Seems like that 6 week training course for taxi driving paid off. Of course, your instructor's name was Borimir Valenkov, so the two stunt driving lessons probably were a given, considering his Russian heritage.
After all these memories have flashed through your head while you drove through the narrow streets of New Rochelle, you finally reach the taxi station, right next to the train station.
You stop the car, fumble for the door handle and violently slam it open, as you yell out into the empty air in front of the train station: "LADY! Ehhh... I GOT YOUR BABY IN MY CAB!"
People look shocked, but nobody responds to claim the baby as their own.
You realize that you have to try again, louder this time:
"HELLLLLO! LADY! IF YOU PAID ME 100 DOLLARS FOR A CAB RIDE A FEW MINUTES AGO, YOU FORGOT YOUR BABY! ... FOR HEAVEN'S SAKE!"
...
Nothing.
...
But just when you are about to lose all hope, you notice a woman inside one of the trains on the opposite side of the train station, which is about to leave. IT IS HER! She is waving and moving her lips, as if she is screaming at you to notify you, but the windows of the train drown out the sound completely. You see her storming through the train car.
Quicker than you can even think, you grab the baby from the back seat, hold it in your arms and start running in a straight line towards the moving train.
Your run turns into a sprint!
As you approach the train car, the woman is in, you start to gasp for air. The train is now already several times faster than you.
At last, you have to stop to catch your breath.
The last thing, you see of the train, is the woman who is standing speechless in front of the train doors, as if she was glued to them. Despair fills her eyes instantly.
As you reek in the cold November air, you do eventually glance some letters on the electronic display above the train doors: TRAIN 404 STAMFORD CONNECTICUT TRAIN CAR 07  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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