The world flew by outside the window with unfamiliar scenes. Where in the world was she? There was no logical explantation for this. She wondered, was she out of her mind, or out of her time? Her heart was pounding rapidly, but for some reason, though bewildered, she wasn’t afraid. This had to be one of her vivid dreams from which she often had trouble waking up. But even if it was, she didn’t want to wake up, at least not yet. Without warning the carriage door opened, “Bongiorno signorina, Il te o il caffe?” She knew some Italian. He politely repeated, “ Il te I il caffe, signora?” “Oh, coffee please, Espresso with lots of sugar.” “I am your steward, Mateo. I speak English. We arrive in Venice in 10 Minutes at 18:25.” As he handed her the return train ticket and her Passport, his eyes were drawn to and focused on the Mask. “It looks like you may win “la maschera piu bella”, the most beautiful mask.” It suddenly occurred to her that she must be on the Orient Express, headed to Carnival!
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