The Crosby Express Train traveled from Toledo to Remington, Ohio. It was a slow express that made the journey of 100 miles in four hours across a sparsely populated plain of farmland at the beginning of the Twentieth Century. Molly Enright loved the train. She loved to take catnaps whenever she traveled. Her day dreams while on the train were always exciting and enchanting. She was no longer the young woman who was about to be “sold” into an arranged marriage – at least not in her dreams. Her dreams took her to places she had never seen where she met strange, beautiful people who were interested in her as an intelligent and creative person. Molly grew to love her dreams on the train more than her everyday real life. It had been arranged that Molly would be living in Remington away from her family so that the marriage could take place. The girl was mortified. Her future husband was an old, miserly man, but he paid well for the pleasure of securing Molly as a wife. When Molly heard the conductor call out “Remington” she squeezed her eyes shut. She wanted to dream. A hand shook her shoulder, but she did not want to open her eyes. She heard a voice, “now, now, Molly.” The voice had a soothing effect and Molly slowly lifted her eyelids. She was no longer on the train. She was surrounded by shafts of colored light. The sound of rushing water was like scintillating music. Someone took her hand. He was a grandly handsome man and Molly’s heart seemed to skip. She had entered her dream world. The train had traveled into another dimension.
The conductor could not wake Molly. The girl was taken to a hospital. No one understood what could have caused the severe coma. Molly never awoke.