"Of course I'm sure," he said in a choked voice. He lowered the suitcase to the table reverently. "I'll show you."Before he could open the suitcase th... back door banged open, making both him and Judy jump with shock."Is that it?" Paul asked, looking greedily at the suitcase."That's it," Harry answered confidently."We were just going to open it and make sure," Judy added cautiously."What else could it be!" Paul exclaimed. "Come on, open it up." Where is it, where is it, where is it," Cynthia. I grimaced impatiently while I did my work. Every once in a while I would look up from my laptop and see Jill batting her eyes. They took flirting to marathon heights. I chipped into the conversation every once in a while, but mostly I provided a nice background noise of fingers on keys. ‘Oh,’ I heard her say, ‘and thanks for the lovely present last time.’ ‘You mean the card I gave you? Have you been looking at it?’ (‘Yes,’ she would say. He would pull the car off the highway and onto a closed. I ran my fingertips across the scars he had on his arms. Seeing these scars reminded me of the scars I had, the scars that can’t be seen only felt. I saw new scars on his arms. The scars jagged. My sight became blurry. Tears started to slide down my cheeks. His pain was my pain. I turned to face him. He smiled at me and said that he loved me as well. He loved me with all his heart. Told me how he could never do anything to harm me. Told me how he would change the world if he could. How could I. He reached the only conclusion he could, which was that the train had somehow gotten derailed.There were no crew around to try and help with the situation; he didn’t know how long the train had been derailed. He also was not aware that all of the crew had been asleep or resting in the crew car at the front of the train, which was entirely on its side, and that the crew were dealing with their own dire emergency, and none of them were in a capacity to come and help passengers in the relatively.