Cliche Indie Movie Scene

I'm sitting on a train at one in the morning, cruising through a landscape of humming orange glow and traffic lights playing to empty streets. I can only see out the window if the train is in motion; otherwise, the fluorescent lights completely outshine the world. My car is empty except for myself, a dozing conductor, and a couple other passengers. A loudspeaker crackles out incoherent station names every ten minutes or so. There's considerable time before he'll vaguely pronounce a word that sounds like the name of my stop.

A businessman with loosened tie and tired eyes sits across the aisle, slowly scrolling through a blackberry. He occasionally types a few sentences. Once he answers a call and quietly talks. The only part of the conversation that is discernible is the end: a brief "I love you, too. I'll be home soon." After that he puts away the blackberry. His eyes seem less tired.

Two other men at the back of the car are wearing orange, blue, and black from head to toe. From their talk it's impossible to tell if their team won, but from them you can hear the comfortable platitudes of fervent baseball fans. The team needs a new coach. Their bullpen is killing their game. A couple more hitters coming alive could save the series. Damn the Phillies.

The remaining car passenger is a black woman with headphones on. She's been asleep since the train was set in motion back at the city. I've been wondering what she's listening to for about as long.

My coffee cup is about drained, as are the batteries on my own music player. My eyes have been sifting in and out of focus for a while, now. One moment they're seeing the outside, watching the cities and suburbs and fields pass in darkness; the next, as the train stops, they only see the reflection of the businessman and myself. My eyes look like his, if a little more lively due to the coffee.

The music I'm playing is a mix tape from a friend. In cliche fashion, all the songs seem to fit the scene. Any one of them could play as a camera started with a shot of me from outside the train, then panned away slowly. Eventually the camera would come to rest high above the train with the tracks in the center of its view; the train would continue traveling off into the darkness. The orange hum and oblivious red and green traffic lights would line the tracks on either side. The sad vocals on top of a guitar or piano would nicely accent the isolation of this shot.

The point of the scene would be just as cliche ... I see it as ending the movie. Travel usually symbolizes searching, or the journey of a character. A train is perfect for this, because it takes many travelers all at once, each with their own search, and it has the ability to move them far over the horizon. Even better, a train will usually run through the night. The traveler is thus forced to wait for the destination to arrive, whether it be their last stop or simply the next step. A traveler who cannot sleep is going forward but is still trapped to ironically watch the world go by, even as they move.

The only question left for the scene is: where am I going? Home? Finding family? Hiking distant travels to lands unknown? Meeting friends? Chasing love? Following an instinct?

Coming to find you?