all they know is that the train is going west.
"seattle, san fransisco, los angeles...where are we going?" she said as she pores over the map.
he leans over and kisses her, whispering in her ear, "it doesn't matter."
and as she looks outside into the [bright green] blur, she too realizes that it is not the destination...
rather, it is the journey and all that matters is that they are together.