So he's stuck on a creepy, half-Unknown train that drives itself. That he may be able to control in a way? It reminds him of something, but he can't quite remember what.
He thinks back to his time in the Unknown... OH, yes- he'd overhead someone in the inn talking about an old black train. They'd said... what had they said... "it'll take you when it's time". What's that supposed to mean? What else... "You can't come back"- well that certainly doesn't sound good.
He had left of his own free will. He hadn't really meant to go back. But... he also couldn't imagine staying out here forever. And "you can't come back" sounded a lot like it meant death, or... becoming an Edelwood for the Lantern.
Wirt shudders.
Well, there's no use in worrying about something he can't change... although he knows he's going to worry about it anyway, because he always does. For now though, he should focus on finding out as much as he can about this train. He gazes out the windows in thought, watching the blurs of orange and red outside.
Wait... isn't that Pottsfield?
It makes sense, he supposes. If this train is a place between the two worlds, then it should be able to travel freely between. He stares out the grimy window at the little town and it's neighbouring fields. Can- can he get off here? Pottsfield was kind of nice, in a way, almost peaceful. Perhaps he could stay there- not as a skeleton, of course- but he could stay there, and be safe. No one would have to know what he was. What he could do. He's almost decided but... something stops him. The train is so warm, so calm, so safe, so oddly familiar that he doesn't want to leave.
So instead he watches as Pottsfield fades into the distance, just as his world had when he first boarded.
It feels like this is all he does now. Run away. He'd ran away from his problems when he left home, he'd ran away from his problems when he left the Unknown, and before that, before he'd become the "Beast" he'd run away from his problems in the Unknown, and at home, and with Sara and the kids at school.
Greg never ran away from things- he ran towards them. He faced things head on, with a brave smile on his face. What would Greg think of him, running away, yet again? He'd said he would be there for his brother.
And yet here he is.
He hopes Greg doesn't take it too badly. He just couldn't stay. Something like him did not belong in that world. And he never would. He would never... Wirt stops himself before he gets to caught up thinking about it. It won't do him any good.
And besides, the sun is already sinking below the horizon. It's been a confusing day. Wirt decides it's best to sleep. He can try to make a plan tomorrow.