You wake up, your face smushed against a train window. You don’t remember who you are or why you’re on this train, so you take deep breaths and try to gather any available information. Your ticket says you left Denver, Colorado, with a final destination of Birmingham, Alabama. The date on the ticket tells you this is February, but out the window it looks sunny and green, as if it were summer. Probably global warming. Darn atmosphere.
You hear an announcement that the train is about to stop in Kansas City. You have a strong gut feeling that you live there.