Josh Davidson leaned against the railing of the back of the train, watching the horizon being eaten up by the setting sun. He toyed with his cell phone in his hand, contemplating calling Kate one more time to make sure that she was really okay with his going out of town for the weekend. She'd told him as such, multiple times, but he was still worried. He didn't like the idea of leaving the city, ever since the freezer incident. He still had nightmares about what might have happened if he'd gone to Haiti.

Just then, a woman stepped onto the caboose and leaned against the railing beside him. Something about her just emanated that her name was Claire and that she was the cook for the train. "Hi, I'm Claire," she said, offering a hand. He took it and shook it. "I'm the cook for the train."

"Cool," he said. "I'm Josh."

"You're that rich doctor, right?" she asked. There weren't many passengers on the train, and in the past couple of hours conversations had been had and introductions had been made. Evidently word had gotten around.

"Well, I wouldn't say rich," he shrugged modestly.

"Rich enough," said Claire. "I would kill for that kind of money. Even the kind of money that a doctor like you might carry around on a weekend trip. I would kill for that." Josh glanced at her sideways, a creepy feeling coming over him.


Claire shoved him, hard, and he, having not braced himself, rolled off the moving train. As he flew through the air, he reflected that he really should have seen this coming- she'd even warned him. The word "kill" had been used.

The impact as he slammed into the ground knocked the air out of him. Sharp rocks on the side of the railroad tracks slashed at his skin. He might have worried about all the blood if he hadn't smacked his head on the ground and lost consciousness. The world slowly faded to black.

Across the tracks, Tom Demming had been walking along out in the middle of nowhere for no apparent reason. He glanced up in concern when he saw the body hit the ground. Worried, he jumped the tracks and crossed to Josh. However, on his way a meteor flew out of the sky and crashed on him, and that was the end of that.

An alien climbed off the meteoroid and shot Josh several times with his Zap-o-Kill gun, just for good measure, even though he was fairly certain that the man was dead. Then the alien tottered off to do whatever it is aliens do, like following a trail of Reese's Pieces or probing stuff.

Josh woke up in the hospital a week later with the knowledge that he would make a full recovery. Kate sat beside his hospital bed. She seemed worried. "I'm worried," she said. "You don't look good."

"I don't feel good, either," he said, looking down at his battered body. He was lucky to be alive.

"I brought you some strawberries," she said, holding up a basket of strawberries. Josh freaked out.

"I'm allergic to strawberries!" he screamed. "If I'm even in the same room with them, my throat starts to close up." His voice grew thick. "I don't know why I didn't react until I saw them if they've been there this whole time!" With a strangled cry, he slumped against the back of the cot, officially dead.

"Rats," said Beckett.