​My adversary eavesdropped.

When you sleep with your enemy

Expect interesting turns

Expect to be 

Led astray

Stranded in an unexpected spot

Enveloped in a cold bite

The game is on. 

The very same evening the beguiling witch had laid a trap for me I walked into unsuspectingly. 

The labyrinth train network of New York is quite confusing to say the least. Eventually, before the night ended I was enlightened by guffawing wiser men that it is now an established rite of passage to be hoodwinked by the crafty old lady of steel. Home bound one min and stranded in another. It even made sense later when I recalled how sad and resigned the conductor was to my plight when I showed my brand new monthly pass that said ‘Union.’ “But this train doesn’t stop there, Sir.” I was fooled in all but two seconds by the same train I called out as my enemy this morning. It was almost as if she heard me and whispered, “let’s see my Friend…if ritual is what you are wedded to, let me throw the wrench and make your evening a little more interesting…” 

I ended up in this enchanting town called Westfield. There was a sudden chill in the fast disappearing dusk and hunger pangs spread their tentacles. 

As I sat there feeling the evening get a tad more crisp around me, I realised that the moment belonged to the Seeker and his muse. It was a moment to behold and murmur her name before I boarded the silently laughing lady who brought me back home. Train 1, me 0. Game on.