How I got home

One hour, forty minutes, and forty miles, and steam was pushing the air bank back, but slower and not a powerful now. The train was coming to a slow stop.
"Everyone, we have reached the end of the ride," announces the driver. "Please get off the train in a single file line, one by one."
As I jump out and onto the platform of the train station I realized that this was not right. There weren't any stores! I stood there looking around at this unfamiliar place when someone called to me.
"Miss," The voice said. "Miss," I turned around to see the driver of the train holding bags out to me. "Miss," he repeated, "are you..." He paused looking down at the name on the bag. "Miss Annie Baker?" The man said with a strong southern accent.
"Yes."
"Here's yer bag's Miss Baker."
"Oh, yes, thank you." I said quickly taking the weight off of him.
"Any time. Oh and by the way," he added. "What is a perty lady like yerself doin in a place like this? I ain't hardly ever seen any women come to a small town like this. Except for one time several years back a woman, just like yerself, came to this place by herself as if it were callen to 'er. Gotta say that I havn't seen her since then. But I bet yer okay. But it is curious, very curious, that a woman, just like the last, has come to this same place. I actually think that today would be exactly five years since that lady was on this exact train. Yes curious, very curious."
"Umm," I said awkwardly trying to ignore all the crazy things he just said. "Well, could you tell me where I am exactly then? I'm supposed to be at my mother's house by now. Her birthdays coming up in a few days and I don't want to miss it."
"And you know wha' is another curious thin'? Her name was Anne Baxburge I believe. A and B. Both of you! How interestin'. Yes very interestin."
"Yes I understand that you think that all this is very odd, but could you possibly just tell me where we are? Because then there is no way that I'll be able to get home, or to my mothers. So please, can you tell me?"
"Aw shoot! you don' wan' me ta give it away to you. Don't ya want it to be a surprise? That would be fun, wouldn't it?" He said, getting back onto the train.
"Wait, wait! I need to get back onto the train! I need to get home!" He waved at me as the train started pushing along again. I really didn't know what to do now. Even at a distance I could see him waving and mouthing the words 'good luck.'
I stood there, slowly wandering around, thinking of a solution. Nothing.
"That man sure is crazy."
I jumped a little and looked around for the creator of the voice. I could not find it.
"He likes to say lot's of different things. Strange things you could say." I looked around again for the person that was making the southern accent, but did not succeed.
"Ya might wanna try looking in a place where you'd least expect." Said the mysterious man.
"That man... he speaks of strange things. Such as the story he just told you. The incomprehensile talk."
"Whoever you are," I shouted. "Would you please do me a favor and leave me alone. I've got to find the path to my mothers."
"And that incomprehensible talk has a correlation with something else. I think it had to do with a woman. A woman about your age. What are you, about eighteen, nineteen? That was her age. What was her name? Well I think that it started with A and B." I looked up. He chuckled. "He, he, yup same as that man said. Yes, the incomprehensible talk is true."
I stood there thinking. And then I suddenly felt a hit to my body, and then awoke to being on the floor in my warm room, at home. It was just a dream. I'm home.