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But it’s not

She drew me in, but in a different way

What I’

The one

I’ for the storm itself now, and I know I’m close

That’s what’s gotthe train I just know it

I’m asked by the few staff I come across if I need any help If I’m okay The et back to my suite

My knees feel like they’re around my ears as I sit hunched down, head in my hands

The world outside rattles gently under me and speeds by like a blur out theonce the train starts to really move

I’ve leftup with a start I almost expect to see her

To recognize whoever it is that is causing this feeling

But it’s just soirl

Maybe the daughter of the woman I saw earlier?

Nah She’s completely different with blonde hair

I smile and try to look not so preoccupied when I hear what sounds like soht but not out of earshot

Before I know it, she’s gone, and whoever ith her too

I don’t think much of it, not until I remeonna get to the botto

Lurching for the doorway, I grip the frah to see an ee

Just the sound of the door to the other co sound

It takes some effort, but I ease myself back down into the chair and take some deep breaths

It’s a long trip and I don’t want to spend allshadows

Maybe it’s just wishful thinking?

But no, thinking has nothing to do with it, I knohat I feel

There’s so… someone on this train and I’m destined to meet her, I know it

A steward happens by, asking if I need anything before he moves to close the door

“Leave that open…Thanks,” I ale I am

I don’t relax once he’s gone either

I wait

Like I’ve waited for over twenty years Waiting

Waiting for her