Abigail stood there with nothing but a handheld suitcase. What in the bloody hell am I doing? She thought as the train halted to a stop. She pulled her coat tight around her as a gust of wind passed by. Her hat flew off and her blonde hair went wild. She looked at the hat longingly, but she knew there was no time. And so she proceeded to give the man her ticket, who then shredded it up. Abigail went inside and took a seat. The walls of the train were a velvet red color, as well as the seats. The tables were a rich brown like chocolate! She thought. Fuzzy memories of her mother in the shop selling chocolate flushed through her mind, and for a brief moment; she was happy. Abigail took her blue knit scarf off and draped it over her booth. She got up and went to go find the bathroom. She walked and walked and walked, the train never seemed to end. She finally reached the end and found a little door labeled 'toilet'. Abigail pushed the door open and went inside the tiny space. She looked at herself in the mirror and Almost jumped at the sight of her face. Black mascara was smeared all under her eyes and she was awfully pale. Shite! She thought. Abigail turned on the faucet and wetted her hands, she wiped the makeup away as much as she could and then turned the faucet off. The train jerked for a second and it stopped. Abigail fell down on the bathroom floor and sat there... Remembering everything, Every single little thing. she shook her head slightly and pushed her self up. Abigail pushed open the golden door and dragged herself back to her table only to find a peculiar looking man cozy in her seat.