Trains to and from Ottawa

Nine forty five was my train connection to go to Ottawa. I wasn't nervous having traveled all the way to Vancouver. It has been a while since I was on a train. I love to watch the scenery fly by as I engage myself in a book. On the journey to Ottawa, I escaped into a fantasy realm and manage to read over a hundred pages while the train rushed by the forests, meadows and towns of southeastern Ontario. I became very thirsty, having had a coffee before boarding the train in Guelph, so I ordered a bottled water for two dollars. Wait a minute. The drinks are free on the airplane to Vancouver, so I took sips of my water, rather guzzling it down.
I had a nice girl sit beside me when the train stopped in Toronto. I didn't even have to switch trains. The train from Guelph, turned into the train to Ottawa. What luck! Traveling Ontario was easier then I thought it would be. There was a lady who was pacing up and down and saying that it was a long trip to Ottawa; more than four hours. In four hours, I could travel to Vancouver by plane but the train was meant for readers although it was funny that most people slept going to Ottawa and most people read returning to Toronto. I swear the fellow next to me was a speed reader because for every page I read, he read two. I got caught up in trying to catch up with his pace but found it was futile, so I ignored him and settled in to my book about Charles Dickens, which John, my brother purchased for me. I had trouble concentrating on it at first but managed to read one hundred and thirty pages. It was a fiction book but I wondered if Charles Dickens in real life, really acted the way he was portrayed. It was unfortunate the book said he was in a train wreck. I though for a second; being on a train and wondering with the snow, if the train would go off the tracks. I gave myself a shake and said to myself that the train is not going to crash. It is just some idiotic coincidence that the book described that.
On the way to Ottawa, the girl beside me said she was sick. She told me this news after she coughed without covering her mouth. How could she not be aware of swine flu? It's on the radio everyday; "no offense that I didn't shake your hand, I just don't want to die yet!" I was feeling rough myself and asked the snack man if he had any aspirin but he didn't. I felt better though, once I was in Ottawa. The last time I had been to Ottawa, I must have been five years old and couldn't remember anything except looking at the Parliament buildings.
Upon arriving in Fallowfield, near Ottawa, as soon as I got of I saw my brother but he said that he was at the other exit of the train and the crew said that that was all for the passengers. He became a little worried but I eventually got off the train and I saw my brother's house for the first time.