The cab bounces off the ground, and dirty metal screams as it buckles beneath the torture of the fall. Men and women cry out in fear, only to cut off with sickening suddenness. It careens through the streets, rolling and twisting like a headless snake. [i]I held on for dear life. The prosthetics helped. When everything came to a stop, I felt like I'd been beaten with a stick. A very large stick.[/i] Markov rolls from beneath the seat rack, groaning. Most people can't even do that, though. He slowly stands. The train is on it's side, and he can hear glass crunch beneath his feet, even as the rain leaks in from above. His eyes glow faintly in the dark, looking for the mad woman.