Rachel was drunk. Not buzzed, not tipsy, she was absolutely shit-faced. The kind of drunk that got her into trouble; she'd already started three bar fights (won two of them) and crashed a wedding, but the night wasn't over yet...and something in the distance caught her eye. It was a light, coming closer and closer, stabbing through the thick fog. The wail of a whistle was the only indication that it was a train, and once it pulled up beside her, the fog twisted away enough to reveal its grandeur but not enough to see the tracks. She doesn't remember if this place was a station, but stumbles on board anyway. Inside the carriage was the pleasant glow of lamps and rows of soft velvet seats. It was completely deserted and looked like it had been for awhile. There were some cobwebs and a thin sheet of dust covering the tables, but other than that everything seemed well-cared for. A very uncoordinated Rachel sits down in one of the booths, and it was only at that point she was sitting still enough to feel that the train started moving again... Glancing down at the poorly written note in Declan's hand, he examined it one more time with just as much confusion as the last. It was cold, foggy and was getting to him through his cheap jacket. His uncle had been missing for a few months and as much as he was kind of okay with it, he needed him to pay the rent. The piece of paper held directions, possibly to where he was. A heavy sigh created a cloud of breath in front of him, through it, and the fog, Declan saw the beam of the train finally approaching. After waiting at a desolate stop with only a flickering light and bench near the tracks, it was a relief. The train was different than he expected, then again he never ridden one before. It felt empty, was anyone else on board? Wasn't someone supposed to ask for a ticket? Declan decided to brush off the questions for now and tossed his bag on one of the seats. The lighting was comfortable and reminded him of his first home. Though, Through the small window on the door to the next car he saw someone sitting, curious for human interaction, Declan opened the door quietly. She spotted a boy, much younger than her and with a face hidden by dark hair. He almost looked familiar...somehow. Torn between approaching him and ignoring him, she followed her gut to go with the latter and slithered up from her seat. "Heey, kid," she slurred as she leaned on the wall in a way that she thought was sexy but actually looked really uncomfortable. "Got a cig?" Declan stared at the red head with almost no expression, she was obviously really drunk. "Sorry, I don't smoke." He came through the door completely and closed it. "Do...you know if there's...uhh I guess you would say...staff on this train?" It was probably hopeless to ask a drunk anything. For some reason, this woman felt awfully familiar, maybe it was just the similar behaviour to his uncle. The woman slumped more of her weight against the wall and yanked out a flask from her purse. She took a quick swig of whatever was inside and wiped her mouth with the sleeve of her jacket. "Naaah, nah, I didn't see anybody..." She started to stagger towards him, her gait noticeably unsteady, and got close enough for him to smell the alcohol on her breath. "So, what's a little boy like you doing out this late?" Gertrude stood at the boarding platform, his coat blowing in the foggy wind. He was headed to a teachers convention in Barbadice, a city not too far from where he lived. Unfortunately, the only way to get there was by passenger train since the town was known for having anti-aircraft artillery around its perimeters. The other unfortunate thing was that the train station was on the other side of the city so it was relatively close to a religious village. There were many members at the station giving out pamphlets about their tree god. And yet ANOTHER unfortunate thing was that Gertrude was only able to pay for the cheapest train ticket to get to Barbadice so he didn't have high hopes for how his ride to his get-together would look like. "It should arrive any minute now..." Just then, a large industrial engine pulled in with multiple passenger cars following right behind it. Gertrude felt uneasy as he wondered if this was his train. It was around the time it should have arrived. As Gertrude reluctantly moved towards the doors, he then noticed a woman with red hair in one of the windows of passenger cars. She looked as if she was about to harass a little boy. Gertrude wouldn't stand for this. He took off towards the car with the woman without noticing that there wasn't even someone asking for tickets. Taking a few steps back as the woman sauntered over, Declan winced when her face got close, the obvious smell from a long night of drinking emanating from every part of her. He began to get nervous, almost breaking a sweat from the sudden closeness. "L-Little boy?!" Declan squinted his eyes in a flustered frustration, stepping back even more. His darting eyes caught sight of a tall guy walking over, he seemed to be rushing towards them. He didn't look like staff but at least it was going to save him from the embarrassing situation. Rachel grinned wide, showing off a gap where a canine used to be, and slammed her hand hard against the wall where he stood, trapping him. "What's wrong?" she sloshed. "Do I make you neeervous?" Gertrude slid the door to the room wide open in a loud slam and marched over to the red-clad woman. He grabbed her arm and ripped her away from her prey. He then shouted, "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?" Declan slipped away once the man grabbed her, straightening his clothes and hair out. "She's drunk, don't bother." His head looked back up from pulling the hem of his sweater down. Though, wanting to ask more questions about why the train was so empty, he decided not to since it seems a dispute was about to happen. Declan pulled out his cellphone and glanced at the not delivered exclamation, disatisfied. He had forgotten to get minutes at the convenient store before boarding.