“Are those train tracks?” “Yeah.” I walked up the incline and stepped onto the tracks. “What are we doing here? Tell me you aren’t planning on us hopping a train and running away because, if you are, you could have told me beforehand.” “What’s wrong? Scared to run away with me?” She scoffed. “No. I would have liked to pack some clothes and snacks though. I mean I doubt trains offer food to stowaways. And I would have needed to grab a couple of books. Can’t leave those behind.”
