The Right Side of the Tracks?
Because teachers were expected to be professional, punctual, and set an example for all the students under them, one particular candidate-teacher from overseas had decided staying up late to watch the entirety of Puella Magi Madoka Magica and crying his eyes out was the smartest thing to do. Running off of three hours of sleep, total, he'd managed to sit through the day's classes and even give the unforgettable Mr. Edogawa's class a lecture on psionic tarot black hole energy theory or something, but man, afterwards, in the subway home? He was just about dead.
So dead, as a matter of fact, that he found himself, as he occasionally did, falling asleep far before his projected stop on the train. It was only a short ride, after all, and a student from his school was around, and promised to wake him, so... The lesson he took away from this day was never to trust any student with anything, as he finally roused from his slumber, looked around, and saw the train quite literally empty.
Also, through the wide windows, healthy, vital orange light was flooding in and oh son of a bitch. Really? By now, he figured the crew would probably have woken him or something. Well, this was embarrassing. Still a bit sleepy, he sat up, adjusted himself, blinked a few times, and then found himself staring at a most unusual station or city or whatever as the vehicle slowly came to a stop with the squeal of metal-on-metal forces.
Bricks. Apparently orange or brown bricks. Typically, in Japan, the architecture was a lot more modern in train areas, but maybe this is what worked for the company, hey. When he finally did get off, just before the doors closed again on him, though, he looked around the platform and still saw nobody at all. Out of idle curiosity, he went forward, until he could see into the open windows of the pilot's compartment... where there was nobody.
The Big Green Cellphone had no signal, either. "... Fuck."
