Mark was unsettled from the moment they took their seats. His resistance to boarding the train laid heavy on her mind, but Rose hoped that if she was calm, he would begin to relax too and put whatever fears he had to bed. Unfortunately, it didn’t work. The longer they stayed on the train, the more his anxiety became obvious. He fidgeted in his seat and jumped at every loud noise in the carriage, which was a lot when there were little kids playing a first-person shooter game a few rows down. His anxieties seeped over to her and soon Rose found herself as twitchy as him. She had hoped to get some sleep on the train but, between keeping an eye on him and trying to keep herself calm, it wasn’t going to happen.
It was only when the train was just pulling into a small station, just on the out
