They were almost there. Chris wasn't sure if that was a good thing, seeing as how they hadn't lost her yet, but at least at the train station nobody else would... be... hurt. Oh, no.

[i]Warm bed warm air, mother, father, smells like pine trees, far, far away. Cannot go back. Friendly faces foul, fear, famous fault on a favorite festival, freak freak FREAK GET OUT OF HERE FREAK. Numbers burn, want to and don't want to, afraid of friendly faces.[/i]

[i]Lucky, so lucky, lovely lady, sings like strings. I think I'm in love. Blood, blood, sticks and coats and cloys, he won't die can't die smells like copper burns like hate.[/i]

There were people here, at the train station. Chris called out a warning as he came towards them at a dead run, hoping that if the monster wouldn't scare them off, he might. [color=fff200]"Run! Run run run!"[/color]