The sun bled in the horizon and the loud train horns filled the chilly air as Zoran exhaled sharply. He halted his feet in front of the imposing building that towered over him. He wiped off the sweat droplets that formed on his forehead with the sleeve of his cardigan and marched towards the ticket booth.

It was tough enough finding a direct train from Raven Glass to London on normal days, not to mention on such sharp notice. Zoran's eyebrows lowered substantially as he got in line, his gaze darkening, lost in the crowd.

Rubbing his frozen hands together, he thought of all the possible ways he could murder and dispose of his boss's body.

He could strangle, then bury the body in the woods. 'Nobody would know' he convinced himself.

"How would they know?" he mumbled.

Or he could stab them to death!

"Too messy," he concluded, tilting his head as he made his way through the crowd, onto the train platform.

'Besides,' he thought to himself, crossing the cramped train corridor, 'who would feed Babushka if I were to be locked up?'

Reaching his seat, he frowned as he locked eyes with the fat man who positioned himself half over his place. Not one word.

'There is no way Gale from second floor can be trusted,' he continued his trail of thought as the train departed from the station with a loud noise. 'Gale and the mail...that I can trust.' He nodded in approval. '...But not with Babushka!'

Zoran didn't even want to think of such a scenario. He wouldn't risk Babushka's well-being. He wouldn't leave her alone.

The large man, five times his size, kept pushing Zoran off his seat, much to his annoyance. He smelled of fish and sweat which made Zoran cover his mouth and nose in disgust. The older man mumbled something about how this wouldn't happen where he came from and gave the large man a grumpy glare, which received nothing but indifference. He squished himself next to the window and shut his eyes tightly, hoping that when he would open them, he'd find himself in the capital.

Zoran dozed off for what seemed like mare minutes when a loud noise and an abrupt movement made him bump his head against the seat in front of him.

"For the love of God!" he puffed and turned furious in the direction of his companion. But the man wasn't there.

Zoran rubbed his head with his hand, and mumbled something indistinguishable as he scanned the place in a confused manner.

"We are experiencing a delay!" announced a voice over the stereo. "We are experiencing a delay" repeated the same voice. "Due to queuing of trains on route AR47 the arrival may be delayed. All passengers are asked to remain calm and seated. I repeat..."

"Trains, am I right?" exclaimed the fat man, startling Zoran who was drowsy from his nap. He placed himself back in his seat, which made Zoran jolt upwards as if on command.

"Mhm..." he mumbled, and hurried to make his escape.

He pressed his back on the metal door of the cramped compartment which served as a loo, and exhaled sharply. He squatted to the ground hugging his knees and buried his face in his palms.