In 1947 a train ride from New York to L.A. took 4 days. Millie planned on using the time enjoying the scenery and the new mystery novel she’d purchased in the train station before leaving. Millie loved the surprises of a good mystery. On the first night she was ready to settle down with a martini and chapter one of ‘The Man who came from Nowhere’ when she realized she’d left her glasses in her cabin. As Millie walked from the bar car back to her cabin she could swear she felt a presence following her, but each time she looked back there was no one there. Finally she reached her cabin door, as she opened it the presence she felt before was now right behind her forcing her inside. A man’s hand covered her mouth and his gravel voice whispered, “Don’t be afraid, I’m not here to hurt you, Millie.” How did he know her name? She tried to turn toward him, but he wouldn’t allow it, “No, no, not yet.” Keeping his hand over her mouth he removed his tie with the other hand and told her to blindfold herself with it, enjoying the mystery and the excitement running through her body, she did as she was told. Knowing she wouldn’t speak, he removed his hand from her mouth and slowly unzipped her dress again speaking in that low gravel whisper, “I won’t tell you my real name, Millie, but you can call me Johnny.” She smiled; it was her favorite man’s name. How did he know? He gently pushed the dress from her shoulders and it fell to the floor.