I followed my new friend and entered the next car and as I did the door behind me locked.
"Please, do come in Gustave," said a strange voice.
Looking at me and pointing a revolver was none other than Luther, who 15 minutes earlier seemed about as dead as could be.
"I'm sure you don't understand what's going on right now, and let me assure you they never do."
Egan Shipsbrewer stood smoking his pipe with a sad expression on his face. The conductor and Mrs. Luther were there, too.
Luther continued, "you don't have much time left on this Earth, but if you'd like, I can spare a few moments for you to enjoy some last holiday cookies."
Well, far be it from me to pass up an opportunity for holiday cookies, so I ate some final treats and enjoyed them immensely. I mentioned that I have a superior intellect, and while a superior intellect will do everything in its power to make sense of solvable problems, there's no sense in wasting energy on unknowable things and no sense asking questions which will not be answered. Therefore I simply chewed my delicious cookies in silence.
"Not many men take this as well as you are," said Luther.
"I wasn't kidding when I said I knew you'd be the man," said Shipsbrewer consolingly.
I offered an appreciative nod.
And with that, Luther fired a shot into my head, killing me instantly.
The end.
