"There was a cabaret. And there was a Master of Ceremonies."

The young, exhausted looking man paused. Silence fell. He began to write again.

"And there was a city called Berlin, and a country called Germany. It was the end of the world..."

The young man stopped again, and looked around. There was nothing, except an empty train car. He gazed at the window. The world was moving at a slow pace. The pace that Cliff Bradshaw had just gotten used to. The pace that he used to be at. He was much faster now. But he had to regress again.

"..And I was dancing with Sally Bowles."

He wiped away a tear.

"..And we were both...fast asleep.."

It felt like a dream. What felt like a minute, was actually a year. It was a blur.

But Cliff remembered every second of it.