He was staring at the classroom door, waiting for Grace to walk through it. He glanced at the clockless than a minute before the bell would ring. He h...d already been anxious, had barely made it through the night, but now his anxiety was shifting to fear. In the month that shed been going to Huntington, she hadnt been late, let alone absent, for a single English class. As a general rule, Jason kept to himself. He had a few close friends at schoolMatt, a tall, gangly, Marilyn Manson look-alike. There were only a few in sight but from talking to the others in the train I learned that they had seen herds numbering thousands during their journey. I asked about shooting one for the train but was told not to bother, as we would soon run into a lot more within a few days. I have to admit that I'm a child of my time, as the trip is one of the most boring things I have ever done. No music, no computer games, just a slowly changing view as we travel.I feel much better after walking most of the. I start to look more closely at him for the first time. He has a good sense of humor and can make even a boring subject seem worthwhile. I've just never noticed his physical appearance before. He's older than I am, maybe his mid forties, if I had to guess. He has short dark hair with some gray peppered throughout and what looks like a few days worth of facial hair. It too has some gray. I notice he's wearing his glasses. He's always joking in class about how much he hates having to wear them. She knew where she lived and she and her father had seen her when Alice turned seventeen. At that age her father considered her old enough to handle the sighting emotionally. She’d also spent an hour two years ago observing her mother and lover and their son in a restaurant. She’d felt emotion of course. Heaps of it, but similarly when she was seventeen at that earlier sighting had controlled it. After her mother had disappeared her father had hired a private detective to trace Angela and then.