I can feel myself moving, with the sway and jolt of the carriage, but everything else seems wrong...

Somewhere between Werribee and Little River is a stretch of land so desolate that not a light can be seen on this cloudy night.

Combined with the garish fluorescent reflection on every window, all outside sight is blinded, yielding the strangest sensation of stagnation. I just hope that sooner or later we do actually reach south geelong.

H.