Cheeky smiles down phone lines that float in the spaces. With a slow advance, pulling away.
Determined direction by the tracks. Don't get too smart.
17:58 to Dundalk. And the plat fills in shapes and form eyes to the north west. The rays catch the edge of the vertical and engines flip and turn in fumes. Two powered bricks. Had he any idea. Any directions. Heads on. Nobody cares.
Knocking them out of the park. Home stretch. Big groups. On a plain somewhere the circle continues.