I turned my cart wheels to the sidewalk, following the pavement alongside the railroad track. We didn't say anything to each other, but I could still hear Gus' breathing, slightly louder and more ragged than was healthy, if "healthy" still held the same weight it once did.
The silence was tense, there was one question on the tip of my tongue to which I wasn't quite sure if I wanted to hear the answer. Finally, I couldn't take it any longer. "Gus," I blurted out finally, "what's going on. Just tell me!" Augustus sighed, "I have a problem, Hazel." I could almost hear his smile "well not me, it's Phillips Foot's actually." I turned my gaze up from the pavement to the horizon, raising my hand to shield my eyes from the glare of the Indianapolis sunset.
"after Van Houten's babbling about her, I looked into it." Gus continued, "she's famous for this thing called the Trolley Problem thought experiment" I thought I could see something silhouetted against the sun, strewn across the tracks ahead. "A trolley is running out of control down a track..." I broke into a jog- well, as close as I could get to a jog with my crap lungs and my oxygen cart in tow. I knew what was coming even before I was close enough to see it. But I could not repress my scream of horror as my eyes fell on Augustus' lanky body, tied across the tracks.
