Eliza Conners sighed and slumped down in her seat in the compartment of the train. She hated train rides, they were boring, but for some reason her parents had decided they could not just drop her off at her grandparents on the way to the airport for their second honeymoon in Cuba, (or heaven forbid let the seventeen year old stay home by herself for two weeks) and here she was. On a train and bored out of her mind. Dammit. With a huff, Eliza got up. She couldn’t stay in this compartment a second longer. She might as well get up and walk around. Maybe she’d find something to kill the boredom. She snorted. That was unlikely.