Channel49 My Space Ship

Coming out of the city's darkness I took a shuttle to the station. I was ferried toward Long
Island. --An alien stretch of foreboding beach whose surf was being whipped.-- The early
skies threatened storm. The station itself was crude and inside a sandbag fortification. I was
impatient with the railroad personnel who were themselves indifferent and belligerent.
True, there were few of us looking for passage toward Toms River, but as they saw the
shuttle approach they immediately went on break claiming the need to make official phone
calls. It had been a long night's journey this far and I knew that I would repeat it some other
night. What can you do but wonder why?