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Outside the window, the New Jersey landscape blurred into a gray-green watercolor. They rattled past the brick skeletons of old factories in New Brunswick and surged over the marshes of the Meadowlands, where the tall reeds bowed in the train's wake. For Elias, this forty-five-minute stretch was the only time his world felt still.

Suddenly, the conductor’s voice crackled over the intercom, punctuated by the familiar three-tone chime. "We are being held briefly by the dispatcher. We’ll be moving shortly." NJ TRANSIT TRAIN

A collective, weary sigh rippled through the car. Laptops remained open, but fingers stopped typing. Elias looked at the woman across the aisle. She was clutching a bouquet of supermarket carnations, her eyes fixed on the motionless scenery. Usually, commuters avoided eye contact like a social taboo, but the delay had created a temporary crack in the commuter armor. "First time?" he whispered, nodding toward her flowers. Outside the window, the New Jersey landscape blurred