It's a beautiful, wonderful, drunken feeling.

Feeling the thrum of her soul through the world, seeing the same old pathways split off in new, fun, fascinating directions. Charlie cackled with childlike glee as she rolled along the tracks of the nameless subway system beneath the Neo-Genis hub. Lines A, B, C, and D turned to lines A, Z, Y, C, D, W, J, C without any reason or rhyme, following the swirling thoughts rushing through her soul.

Driving down line H, then G, then back through Y to H again, then... then...

"What... is that?" Charlie noticed a new line, one she hadn't carved herself. One that was simply designated as 'The Delta Line.' She heard something from within, the sound of some type of creature she had never heard before.

Curious as ever, she switched the tracks and spurred the Dead Line forward.

The path took her downwards into a dark and oppressive atmosphere. She could feel pressure on her soul, cold and harsh. It didn't take her terribly long to hear something grow louder and louder... the sound of rattling chains. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted the glint of a pistol.

The threat threw her into a panic as she reached out to her Dead Line and pulled, warping space to flip it around on the tracks before pushing it as fast as she can back the way she came. The Dead Line rattled down the tracks at lethal speeds as Charlie trembled behind the controls. "That's... that's not fair! These are my rails!" She whined.

...

Her panicked thoughts snapped back into reality as a train platform appeared on her track. Charlie slowed herself to arrive at this destination on instinct, protocol cutting through the panic she'd been spiraling into.

As she disembarked, she felt another presence on her soul. This one, however, was... a far kinder one. It was warm and inviting. Gentle and loving.

Printed on a sign on the platform was it's name. Platform 11. And even though her sanctuary had been invaded for a second time, she couldn't bring herself to fear this new presence. It felt like... home. Charlie didn't know what 'home' meant, but Platform 11 felt like it.

Charlie made her way onto one of the hard plastic seats and melted into it like she was made to sit there... and promptly fell asleep.