CHAPTER 63 HALLUCINATING.

And as Madison struggled to make sense of the voice in her head, Michael's hand gently rested on her shoulder, his touch warm and reassuring as he broke her out of her reverie. "We're almost there," he whispered, his voice low and serious as he gazed into her eyes, his own fears and doubts written across his face as he faced the journey ahead. And as the train slowed to a halt, the doors sliding open with a hiss, Madison and Michael stepped out onto the platform, their bodies tense and alert as they searched the darkness for any sign of danger. And as Madison turned to point at the old woman, her body tensing with shock and confusion, she found the seat where the elderly woman had sat empty and deserted, the shadows of the train station concealing any sign of her presence as Madison scanned the platform for any sign of the mysterious prophetess. "She was here," Madison said, her voice trembling with fear and doubt as she stared at the empty seat, the image of the woman still fresh