The train stopped in Charleston. Winnie sat up straight, and looked out the window. There were several people waiting to get on, their tickets being checked and climbing on board before the train lurched forward again, moving toward their location. Winnie watched silently as a woman climbed onto her car and walked the aisle only to sit across from her.

The train lurched to a stop, and Winnie watched as others boarded their train car. They would have to be quieter. She took a deep breath, watching people as they walked past her and sat too close, in the seats across the aisle and behind her.