Today is the day I start my new life. I’m leaving all that I’ve known for reasons best left unsaid, and moving on. I board a train, not knowing where its rails might lead me, but I’m entirely open to the new experiences that this journey might bring.
It’s not long before I settle into the rhythm of the clickitty-clack of the train’s wheels and spend my time observing the world rushing by. And it’s not long until I make a new friend. A pleasant young cat by the name of Rover greets me, asking me if I have the time. This opening is suspicious by its vacuous nature, leading me to believe that Rover hasn’t actually forgotten to set his watch as he suggests, but rather is simply looking for someone to converse with on this journey. As I too am open to hearing the life lessons of others he needn’t have sugar coated his introduction, but he wasn’t to know this, and his polite nature forebode him from simply placing himself within my company.
After exchanging pleasantries for a short while Rover moved on to more probing questions. I mentioned that I’d heard of a town far away that went by the name of ‘Electro,’ and he took that as a destination that I had chosen for myself. The hours seemed to fly by and before we knew it, the train conductor was announcing our imminent arrival in Electro, and I had to say farewell to Rover. However, I’m positive we’ll meet again, as brief as our friendship was I’m sure I made an impression upon him just as he did on me.
As I step off the train there appears to be some confusion amongst a small group of townsfolk. They heartily address me in a very welcoming manner, raising my suspicions as to just what their situation might be. Turns out that it’s a completely innocent case if mistaken identity, and one which I intend to benefit from.
The boldest of the group steps forward and immediately addresses me as ‘mayor.’ Having never held a position of office I am at first taken aback by such an introduction, but keeping my wits about me am quick to capitalise on the situation. These bumpkins are clearly in need of some fresh blood just as much as I am of a change of scenery, and so I let Isabelle take me by the hand and induct me into their little town, free house and all. I’ve never been one to look a gift horse in the mouth after all.