Chapter 17

The train's horn blared as it zipped through the tunnel, disappearing into the pitch-blackness for a brief moment before emerging into the blinding light.

Willow peered out the window and observed the passing view, the dust that briefly flowed and then settled, the trees and their leaves that appeared to be waving goodbye, the farmer's fields, and one or two stray children who appeared small in her view. She observed a man standing in a field, watching the passing train. She would only ever see his silhouette, and never his face.

Willow observed the inside of the train. Both her booth and the majority of the train were empty. There weren't many people on board. Once more, she peered out the window to discover a light drizzle. She recalled the discussion she had with Felicity before going out to eat.

In the busy café, she and Felicity sat at a corner table for lunch.

"It's funny," Willow said. "When I see action movies where everyone is fighting, I wonder how they're able to pull it of