She tried to stop crying but her tears only lubricated the gears. The machine was in full motion. Destination? Unknown. When did this conductor get behind the wheel and where did the man she was talking to go? she thought. She never saw the change behind the veil of tears. Now there she was, on a bumpy ride unsure of when it would stop, if ever. She resigned to the idea that the machine would stop at it's desired destination and that she had no say in the matter. She eventually stopped crying, sat down, got a drink and started to look out the window. The bumps had all but stopped, the conductor even sat down with her and they talked. He couldn't promise her anything but he would try to make the rest of the ride smoother. She closed her eyes for a minute she thought, but she woke at the jerk of the machine coming to a halt. The conductor came back, a new one, he looked a little like the last one but somehow just a little different. She didn't know how but she thought they could be same person, except the demeanor of this new one seemed friendlier.
She explained, "I don't know where to go from here".
"Well you can't stay here. Besides, do you really want to go where this machine is going? It's going to unknown places, it's best if you just start walking and take it one day at a time from here."
"But i'm scared".
"I know. But you've been here before, you don't need someone else deciding where you're going anymore".
With that she grabbed her bags and got off at the station. The posted signs showed her the directions to places she knew. Out of curiosity she also saw where the machine was headed and was glad she got off where she did. She began to walk back to her life.