Sounds familiar right?

Motion was they key to it all.

For some reason that day we decided we wanted to shop some where different, yet familiar. A place we visited not long ago. But getting there was a problem. It took at least 16 hours by plane.

So we held hands and to form a human circle. Closed our eyes, begun spinning and pictured our destination. It was as simple as that. I could feel my legs floating. It was unreal.

When we opened our eyes, we were some where new. But it wasn't were we wanted to be. Our concentration must have been disrupted during the process.

I grabbed their hands and began running, closed my eyes and pictured a beach. And there we were, in a beach.

Then a lift.

Then plane.

Flashes of different locations. Different memories.

I closed my eyes again and pictured a train station.

It was an isolated station, in Japan. It was an old fashioned station, small and in the middle of a vast forest. The next train was coming, and it might take us to our destination, USA.

As the train approached, they rushed into the train, leaving their belongings. I tried to call out, and remind them of what was left behind. Since I was ignored, I gathered the items myself. The train left. Left me.

I could have just pictured the destination myself. Surely I could move myself there easily, since it was me alone. But why would I risk it. I might as well wait for the next train, which will arrive in 43 minutes, or wait for them to notice I was missing, and come back from me.

So I waited. Alone, I think.