"Did you hear that?"

Stanley's eyes snapped open. Fred was staring out the back window into the blue ocean. He glanced from side to side but saw nothing.

"See what?" asked Eleanor.

Fred scratched his head. "Thought I heard something pass us by. Something mechanical… like a bathysphere but a lot faster."

Eleanor stared out her side window. A flash of silver announced the mysterious object as it jetted past the sub-railcar.

"Whoa!"

The current caused by the silver missile-shaped object rocked the sub-railcar on its tracks. All aboard could hear the squealing of the metal on metal. Billy jolted from his sleep and hugged Eleanor for security.

As the sub-railcar steadied, Stanley released his death grip on the arm of his bench. "What was that?"

"I don't know," replied Fred. "But I hope that was the only one. This craft can't take too much more."

"Ah, guys?" Eleanor pointed out the back window.

Fred and Stanley followed the direction of her finger to see a horrible sight. At least fifty or more of these huge missiles were aimed right for them. Stanley was the first to freak out.

"We're gonna die. This is it for us."

"Shut up," Fred cried out. "Just shut up so I can think. Um, ah. Oh yeah, Eleanor, do you think you could transport us to Fontaine Futuristics?"

Eleanor stared out her window towards their destination. She could just make out the place rising from in the distance. She shook her head. "It's still too far away and I never been to Fontaine Futuristics before."

Fred looked at her confused.

"I could accidentally make us reappear in a brick wall. Or we could miss it all together and wind up in Davy Jones locker."

"Then we'll just have to go faster." Fred tore into the conductor's cabin. He stared at the console. Several lights were blinking that notified attendants of incoming projectiles. Another light was also flashing under the label 'rail-hook integrity'. Fred gritted his teeth and pushed the console's throttle forward. The rail car began to accelerate but not my much.

"Fred, they are still gaining on us," called out Eleanor.

Beads of sweat dripped from his forehead as Fred tried to force the throttle even further. Years of neglect and disrepair and let rust build up on the panel. In a last ditch effort Fred kicked the lever with his boot. A sudden lurch threw him back onto the rear bench in the passenger's cabin.

"Is that better?"

Eleanor stole a quick glance behind her. The huge missiles were still catching up, but it looked like they might make it first. "We actually might make it."

Stanley sighed in relief. "Yay, let's see them smash us n…"

Before Stanley could finish his sentence, the sub-railcar lurched again. The metal grinding noise grew even louder.

"Fred?"

"No, no, no, Nooo," Fred yelled as the cable broke causing the sub-railcar to break away from it track. The craft began sinking into the depths of the ocean.

"We are sinking," Eleanor exclaimed hugging Billy to her chest. The boy started to struggle out of her arms. When she finally released him he started pointing at something. All the adults stared at the lever he was pointing at. It was labeled 'In case of crashing'.

Eleanor looked at the others. "What options do we have left?"

Stanley piped up. "How about curling up in the fetus position?"

Fred shook his head and punched the glass with the hammer and pulled the latch. Immediately several bags deployed around the hull of the sub-railcar. The bags inflated with gas creating a cushion around the hull.

"Well at least the fall will be cushioned," commented Eleanor.

"No wait, we're rising." Stanley replied almost jumping for joy.

The craft began surging upward towards the surface. For a moment Eleanor felt afraid that she would never receive the answers she had been searching for. As the surface loomed in her thoughts, she wondered if it really mattered and if she could escape it all.

Her answer came as a teeth-shattering collision that rocked the sub-railcar as debris and rubble clouded the windows. Water began leaking in from the ceiling in mass.

Eleanor spite water out of her mouth and wiped the hair from her mouth. "What did we hit?"

"I- I think it was the rail-way," Fred replied staring at the debris. "We must have collided with it as we ascended!"

Stanley looked confused. "Then why are we still rising," he yelled over the water.

"We must have broken through. But we won't last long like this!"

The free floating sub-railcar surged through the water that permeated inside it. The craft rose above Fontaine Futuristics and soon the water weight of the water would drag it back. With his neck barley above the cold water, Fred stared at the city that was so close yet so…

"Eleanor! C- can you transport us now?"

"I tol," Eleanor replied as her face submerged for a second. She popped her head out and readjusted Billy on her shoulder. "We might be close enough but I cannot just warp us anywhere!"

"What about that dome area! Lots of space, air, not dying!"

"I… fine. Everybody grab my hands and do not let go," she yelled to her friends. As they latched on to her shivering arms she focused on the glass dome. Her body followed her thoughts and she found herself weightless in the middle of Fontaine Futuristics. The water gushed around Eleanor and her friends as she fell to the floor.

Stanley was the first to get up. "Is everybody okay?"

"That's my line," replied Fred. "And no I'm not. I think I bruised my back."

"Billy?" Eleanor looked around the floor. In the flowerbed right next to her she saw Billy laying motionless. She ran over to the boy and patted his cheeks. "Billy. Billy!"

The boy lazily opened his eyes, smiles, and falls asleep just as fast as he awoke. "He just tired," she sighed in relief. "Stanley?"

"Oof, yea on to Doctor Gil."

Author's Notes: Man this chapter dragged out for me. I mean talk about dragging your face against a wall. Well I still hope you enjoy reading it. But on to good news well at least for me: Eleanor Alone has over 3000 hits which is a big deal for me anyway. And I thank everyone of my readers for reading and posting reviews. Thank you.