The plains seem to go on forever as the train hums underneath your seat. Rows and rows of red poppies fill the fields between Amsterdam and Brussels. It's a nice view, especially on an overcast day like this, but it's hard to appreciate it when you know you're going to be arriving in Brussels late. The train is running behind schedule; you check your watch - it's 11:47. According to the conductor, it's going to be at least another half hour, and you're supposed to meet your sister at noon! Your spiteful thoughts are cut off by a loud beeping noise somewhere in the train. Off to the side, another passenger shouts "Que se passe-t-il?" You're not fluent in French, but the tone certainly seems to suggest confusion. There's little time to contemplate this, however, as a bright flash of light and a huge fireball engulf the cabin...
The other passengers are staring at you as you flinch awake. Wait, awake? Were you sleeping? That certainly didn't feel like a dream. You check your watch - 11:42...
There will be an explosion in five minutes. Prevent it. Good luck.
