Thor

After several exhausting days resulting in a total circadian failure, it was time to head home.  I boarded the train home and was directed to a car and a room.  Apparently there was a computerized mix up with my car assignment.  Got the correct room, just the wrong car.  It took three people, but I was escorted to another car.  Upon arrival to my new car I was greeted by an apologetic lady.  I told her that all was fine, that I lived with a firebug ghost named Thor and as long as there weren't flames coming my way, I'd be okay.  She pointed to where the local fire extinguisher was hanging.

Since part of the reason for taking the train was sightseeing I nodded off with my outside window curtain open.  That way the light from the sun would wake me up.  

I'm not sure what happened, but something woke me up, all I saw was a bright orange glow.  My immediate thought was, I hate when Thor wants to play before I have gotten out of bed.  So I head for the fire extinguisher, grab it and I'm thrown to the wall.  Thor does a lot of things, but he's never gotten physical.  As an experienced user of dispensing fire retardant, I am able to pull the pin and empty the fire extinguisher before the pin hits the floor.  Today was no exception.  Turned my room white.

About this time several people showed up wanting to know what all the commotion was all about.  I was able to mumble, "Thor."  I could hear in the background, "Let me through, let me through."  It was the apologetic lady from earlier.  She asked if I was smoking in bed and I replied, "Thor."  She looked in my room.  She then directed me to my room.  I was proud of my work.  I then saw a bright orange glow and took off to grab another fire hicky; she grabbed me and told me to stop.  She returned me to the scene of my work.

She pointed to the orange glow and said, "Sir, I know you are from Seattle and never see this, but that is called 'the sun'.  It comes up about this time every morning."  I replied, "Oh."

A gentlemen with a funny hat grabbed my fire extinguisher and stuffed it back where I got it from, resulting in a hissing sound.  He pointed out that by removing the fire extinguisher I set the train into "Emergency Braking."  Well, that explained how I was thrown into the wall.

My name was called over the PA system with instructions to report to the dinning car.  I was let go and told, "Go!"  I did not feel the need to be told twice.  

Once dinner was over, it was time to return to the scene of the crime.  I met my Sleeping Car Attendant, i.e. Miss apologetic lady.  I looked inside my room and it was spotless.  I thanked her and gave her a $40 tip.

As I left the train I passed by my weapon if mess destruction.  Attached was a note, please see attendant before using.

Thor, there is no escaping him.