Depression hits like a wrecking ball- suddenly, and you can't get back up for a while.
Tori's wasn't any different.
5 years, no career, dead-end job bartending, and Trina's sudden death of cancer hanging haunting her.
She couldn't do anything- she could barely get up to get food. Cat had to come over to take care of her; make sure she didn't do anything she would regret.
One day, the doorbell rang. Tori knew it wasn't Cat, because by now Cat knew to just let herself in. "Come in," Tori croaked.
Beck opened the door and peeked in, then strolled inside.
"Wanna go for a car ride?" he asked casually, even though he knew Tori hadn't left the house in weeks.
Tori shook her head. "Come on Tor, it'll be fun," Beck encouraged.
"Will Jade be there?" Tori said, spitefully.
"No. I haven't seen Jade in months. She ran off with some foreign guy, and the last I heard she's living in the Ukraine," Beck said, turning his head in the other direction so Tori wouldn't be able to see if he was upset or not.
"I-I don't know," Tori stuttered.
"Just once- if you get too nervous, we'll come back," Beck said, smiling and taking Tori's hand.
Tori nodded slowly and went to get a jacket and some jeans on. She carefully tiptoed out of the apartment with Beck. They strolled downstairs and he led her outside. They got into his '78 beat-up blue Thunderbird.
She nervously surveyed her surroundings as she sat gingerly down in the passenger seat.
It seemed like they were going nowhere, until they stopped at a train station. Beck got out of the car, and Tori followed. They sat down on the bench. They watched trains go back and forth- never bothering to actually get in one.
"Trains are like people," Beck said, in a sudden rush of philosophical knowledge. "The train is pretty sure where it is going- it has a set path- but if it wants it can go off course. The train picks up people and drops off people, but there is always at least one person who rides the train from the first stop to the last, sticking with it the whole time."
"The trains can stop suddenly, if something happens. But it can't reach it's final destination if it stops. Sometimes, the train gets stuck, and sometimes it's a permanent thing. It can't be changed, and the train is scrapped and put out of service."
"You can always find a couple strong trains to make it all the way," Beck finished.
Tori just carefully watched the trains go back and forth, mulling the bit of information over.
Beck put and arm around Tori and pulled her close to him.
"Life is just a big set of railroad tracks."