Rotating Molester Train -v24.07.23- -rj0122... - The

He stepped back into his carriage just as the teenager slid into the Lament Lounge, crying before she even ordered.

This one wasn’t embossed. It was scrawled in his own handwriting: The Rotating Molester Train -V24.07.23- -RJ0122...

The wall re-formed. The aurora swirled.

The doors opened. Not onto a platform, but onto his own apartment. The same dusty light. The same unmade bed. The same unwritten pages. He stepped back into his carriage just as

Leo didn’t step out. He just watched. The business-suit man beside him, however, rushed in, straight toward the version of himself that owned a failing bakery. The man grabbed the screen, pressed his forehead against it, and whispered, “I should have burned it all down.” The aurora swirled

“Final announcement. Rotating er Train -V24.07.23- -RJ0122. Lifestyle and entertainment cycle complete. You have experienced three genres. You are now responsible for the fourth.”

He walked down the corridor. Door 1: Leo, the Father . Door 2: Leo, the Exile (he’d considered moving to a cabin in the Yukon once, after a breakup). Door 3: Leo, the Forgotten —inside, he saw his current desk, empty, dust gathering. Door 4: Leo, the Lover of Unreasonable Things . He paused there.