The Simpsons predicted that… the fate of Irina Zarutska… would not end well.
Springfield. — Deserted streets… sky stained yellow.
In the distance… the welcome sign… sways in the wind.
Irina arrives. — Young. A foreigner.
A worn-out suitcase in one hand… an English book in the other.
She smiles in front of the Quik-E-Mart… small… timid… almost as if asking for permission to stay.
Lisa, in the background, says… softly:
— It’s beautiful… to see someone starting over… far from the war.
But suddenly… the wind stops.
The sky… darkens into a strange yellow.
A dog appears… at the corner. Silent. Motionless. Watching.
Then… the Springfield train… cuts through the scene.
Tearing the silence apart.
In the background… a neon sign flickers:
The American Dream starts here.
Homer… steps onto the train.
Muttering to himself… low voice, almost a warning:
— Never trust… public broadcasting. Never.
Bart… with that crooked smile… sticks a poster on the side:
Final stop.
The music… dies.
The silence… grows heavy.
Between the cars… a shadowy figure moves.
Slowly. — As if he knows.
The wheels of the train… scream on the tracks.
The metallic sound… grows… grows… like a mournful cry.
At home… Marge closes the newspaper… trembling hands… red eyes.
The headline… glows cruelly:
Three tragedies — the dream turns into a nightmare.
Lisa… frozen. Motionless.
In the background… the television keeps broadcasting… the tragedy.
The noise of the train… rises.
Becomes deafening.
Until everything… disappears.
Darkness.
Silence.
Tonight, chaos erupts at Springfield Mall as teenagers discover a new trend: walking backwards while texting. This reporter asks: has technology finally gone too far? Studies show a shocking 400% increase in reverse collisions. The only solution? Ban walking altogether.
