The glass windows of the train were repeatedly peppered by an onslaught of raindrops and the sky outside was a murky grey, occasionally rendered asunder by a streak of blue lightning; nature's ultimate force of destruction. So powerful and deadly, yet so beautiful. That was the thought that was going through the girl's mind as she looked outside, the landscape having come to a pause as a slightly nasal sounding woman announced their arrival at a train station. The girl's gaze flitted to the clock that hung on top of the door to the next carriage. The second, minute and hour hand simultaneously melded together, and the clock struck midnight. She had been sitting in this booth for quite a while now. She had no idea where she was going either. She was from a small town. A town so small its name was insignificant. Problem? This girl had big dreams. The small town life didn't suit her. Two days ago, on her eighteenth birthday she packed up and left. Two bags of clothes and her own personal belongings and a fifty or two in her pocket with some spare change. That was all she had left in the world. That, and her dreams. She wanted to write. She loved to write. To her, it felt like playing God. To shape every detail about the world, its people, its trees, its sky, its grass. All to your liking. Your characters acted upon your every whim and their life was in your hands. If that was not playing God, then what was? The thought brought a wry smile to her lips, her cheek cold against the glass. The pitter patter of rain drops had become natural. It had been there for so long the girl had already considered it a part of her environment. The denizens of the train kept to themselves, immersed in whatever they had, be it sleep, a book, work or just the landscape outside. The girl was enjoying the solitude, the overall serenity of things when one sentence. Just one sentence, one voice, brought its fragile balance all crashing down. "May I sit here?" A male's voice asked. It was youthful and it carried an unfamiliar burr to it. American, definitely, but America was a big, big place and all sorts of accents came into play. The girl glanced up with - a look of annoyance had crossed her face, at how the careful balance of her quiet world had been brought crashing down. All because of a single sentence. A single question. "Can't you sit elsewhere?" The girl half-snapped, her voice irritated. The boy shrugged, his cheerful smile still plastered all over his face. "Thought you'd like some company," he said, "looks like you've been here for a while and you've been alone the whole time." "What makes you think I don't have a very jealous boyfriend that has just gone to the washroom?" She snapped back. "The seat opposite you is empty and the cushion is smooth. No one's sat there for a long time. And seriously, girl, with an attitude like that?" The boy shot her a grin that looked like it could melt ice before he settled himself into the seat opposite her. The girl didn't say anything. The boy did get her this time around. All she did was grunt and turn back to lean her face against the glass, feeling, and hearing the train vibrate. However, she did find herself taking occasional glances at the boy - he wasn't a bad looking person. Neither was he Tom Cruise. There was just something about that boyish grin .. It made the cold train feel warm all of a sudden. "So .. You play?" The girl asked softly, jerking her head towards the guitar case that sat in the seat beside the boy. "Whats it to you .. ? Thought you liked being alone." The boy said it in a cheerful tone - there was no malice in it. Just playfulness. The girl couldn't help but smile. It wasn't everyday you met someone like him. Someone who could take your shit and still smile at you and joke around. Maybe he wasn't as bad as he first seemed to be. Maybe she was just annoyed that someone broke her train of thought. "Fine, fine. You're welcome to sit here, okay?" The girl shook her head with a look of amusement. "Thank you!" The boy clapped both hands together as if he had been starving and the girl gave him a sandwich. "Right, yeah. I play. I wanna be a singer someday. What about you? A writer?" The boy inclined his head towards the table, where the girl's thick notebook sat. In there was dozens and dozens of her short stories. "Mmhmm. Where are you from?" The girl inquired curiously. "South Detroit. Born and raised there. I'm a city boy, out to see the world. You?" "Nowhere of any interest. Trust me." There was a short silence. And then the both of them spoke at the same time. "Where are you heading?" "Anywhere." They promptly broke out into laughter. It was a good contrast against the silence of the train. It brought some life to the inactivity, added a bit of colour to the dull grey that had smothered the entire place. For the rest of their train ride, they talked and joked and laughed. It was good company for a boring train ride. In the end, the both of them went their separate ways, after getting off at Seattle. "Hey, I didn't get your name!" The girl called out, suddenly remembering - that was how much they were into the conversation. Names, normally the first things exchanged when two met had become negligible. They had talked like old friends that had known each other for decades. "Or however I should contact you." The girl muttered under her breath glumly, when she realized that the boy was gone. Lost in the crowd. "He's probably like that to everyone." The girl tried to comfort herself, before she walked away. In the opposite direction. Little did she know - little did the both of them know. They had been thinking the same, after they parted. End of Part 1. Cookies to those that notice something.