The man looked up at Abigail, clearly having no intentions of moving. "Excuse me sir, would you mind moving?" she asked politely. "I really would mind." He swung his feet onto the seat as if to prove his point. A blazing fire burned within Abigail. "Listen up stranger, if you don't bloody move I'll box your ears! And why don't you take off your jacket! It's burning in here!" The man reached inside of his oversized, gray trench coat and pulled out a bottle of booze. He smashed the cap against the table and pop! "Bottoms up!" The stranger said before downing the hole bottle in one swift move. Abigail looked at the stranger with curiosity, trying to figure him out. She always had the tendency to overthink things, to believe there was more to something than there already is. Abigail sat down across from the strange man and studied him hard. His brown shaggy hair stuck to his forehead due to its obvious greasiness. he had big, almost black eyes that looked as if they stared into your soul. He wasn't the most attractive man, but he wasn't ugly either. The stranger had a sense of loneliness, he seemed cold, distant, disconnected. Abigail felt as if she could relate to him in a way, as if he were some sort of brother. "What's your name darling?" He asked. "Abigail....you?" "Alastair."
Abigail gave a slight nod, and thus the end of their pitiful conversation. Abigail pulled the drapes on the wall revealing an old, scratched window. She looked up at the stars and the moon, feeling a slight sense of security, as if she were home. She sees a shooting star and closes her eyes, remembering the days when she was young. All this while, Alastair stared, wondering why a lady like herself was on a train like this. He watched as her gray eyes opened and took in the world up above, seeing the longingness in her sad eyes. He watched as her eyes grew heavy, he watched as she drifted in a deep slumber. He himself too was feeling tired. Alastair grabbed her coat and stood up to drape it over Abigail, feeling sorry that she had felt the need to be here, on this train. He quietly sat back down and tested his head up against the wall and listened to the train chug on, he felt the bumps, the dips, the vibrations all go through his body until he couldn't feel anything, for he was asleep.