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I am at a train station with Melissa. There is a slight platform with a ticket booth on it and three terminals beyond it at 12, 3, and 9 o’clock. We approach and the lady asks us which we’ll need a ticket for. I tell her that I honestly don’t really know, but that we’re going to Colorado, so whichever that one might be. She doesn’t really offer much help, but another girls shows up and says that’s right by Nebraska, pointing us to the train to our left. We get our tickets and head over to it. I briefly wonder how we’ll actually get to Colorado from wherever this train takes us. When I search Nebraska on my map, it looks like it is right by Colorado, so much so that when I zoom out they pretty much blend together. We now seem to be on the train, which looks more like a room with seats along the walls. The seats look like red velvet or like the ones in movie theaters. There is a female couple that we’re going to be sitting by; there’s a slight confusion of people already sitting, people starting to sit, and people like me what are figuring out where they’re going to sit. I end up sitting by one of the girls, and Melissa will be on my left.