"What's this, Freakshow! More tricks!" I shouted to the heavens.
No answer.
Get out of my head. No unbidden voices. Oh, great, this desert's real. I flew upwards, until I saw the coast of Spain. He stuck me in the Sahara desert. I flew back towards the Sierra desert. Many days and nights I flew without rest, determined to get my son back, even if I had to kill the son of a bitch who kidnapped him, something I would definitely do if he harmed a single silver hair on Danny's head.
I'm getting close. At least I thought I was. When I got back, everything had vanished, Danny, the train, everything.