Silence on the rails.

On Friday I was riding the Caltrain with a friend to Palo Alto when we suddenly came to a stop. Over the loud speaker the attendants reported that there had been a fatality: we had hit a man on the tracks. After three hours and much confusion we moved on without learning much of what had happened or why, just that it was grizzly outside and we could not leave. Apparently this happens not infrequently.