It was a fight about nothing. Your girlfriend, Jessica, wasn't even doing anything inappropriate with that co-worker of hers, but you were furious that she had gone out for coffee with him. She explained that it was all business-related, but you wouldn't believe it. Maybe it was because he was the same type of guy who made your high- school life hell - tall, athletic, self-assured. But why didn't you listen to her? Why did you have to cuss her out and leave her on the side of the road in the middle of the night? This is LA, and nobody goes out at night alone. How could you have driven the rest of the way home in good conscience?
Going to identify the body was the hardest part of all. You broke down on the spot. Initially, police attention focused on you, since you were her boyfriend and the last to see her alive. Eventually, it became apparent that the murder fit a pattern of several murders that had recently swept the Los Angeles area, and you were cleared of all charges.
Still, this hardly freed you from public and private scorn. For a while, you were a popular target of the media. You were the perfect example of a villain whose crimes were not punishable by the law. The worst thing was that you knew they were right. Recently, you happened across your girlfriend's mother at a shopping center. She said nothing, but her accusing eyes have haunted you ever since.
Somehow, throughout it all, you kept your job at Electrodyne Systems, one of the top electronics suppliers to special military programs and similar high-profile projects. In fact, that's all that has kept you going. You've been keeping long hours, trying to occupy your brain, so it doesn't dwell on your girlfriend's death and your role in it. One evening, you were wandering the halls late at night, trying to clear your head. You heard some odd sounds coming from one of the office kitchens, and you just walked on in. You were shocked to see the big boss, Mr. Schissel, straddled on the counter by a half-naked woman. You're pretty sure that it wasn't his wife (wasn't she supposed to be Japanese?), but then again, who are you to judge him? For all you know, his wife was okay with this kind of thing. It's not as if Mr. Schissel had killed her, like you had killed Jessica.
A few days ago, you found this guy named Freddie waiting outside of your apartment complex. He claimed that the same guy who had killed Jessica had killed his mother. At first, you thought he meant that you had done it, but then you realized that he meant the serial killer. He claimed that his mother's body had traces of the same weird neurotoxin that was found in Jessica's body. He had paid off one of the cops and found out that you had reported seeing something odd on your way home that night. You told him that it was nothing, that you had just glimpsed a man talking to himself in one of the nearby alleys. You told Freddie that the police had already asked you about it, and you couldn't remember anything useful.
The next day, Freddie came back with the name of a hypnotherapist in San Francisco and two tickets for the weekend train. You figured that you owed Jessica the effort. If you could help the police catch this psycho, at least one of the men responsible for her death would get the punishment he deserved.
At the beginning of the game, feel free to listen to your neighbors, nap, read a book, or flip through a magazine, just as you might on a real train ride. Freddie may try to strike up a conversation with you, but you don't really know him that well, and ever since Jessica died, you haven't been as talkative as before, though you're still willing to listen. When one of the judges announces the explosion, (safely!) fling yourself out of your seat, scream, cry out to the Heavens, or go nuts, as appropriate. Don't go overboard, as pretty much everyone should be dead within a few moments. When you die, just lie still on the ground with your eyes closed until a judge announces the continuation of the game.
When you wake, you'll wonder why you couldn't have just passed on. You know that you deserved death, and you suppose that you deserve this lingering punishment as well. If only you had the chance to avenge Jessica's death by helping the police catch her murderer, at least you would have done something worthwhile. Maybe there's still some way to make things better, at least in some small way.
Never forget that you killed Jessica.