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[color=f26522]“Guess we don’t have to worry about figuring out how to start the train,”[/color] Isla commented after the doors slammed shut and the train started moving. Her mouth was set in a thin line and one hand gripped onto her hair, while she used the other to grab hold of a seat railing. Except it didn’t really feel like it was moving.

Shit only got stranger as the buildings started to collapse and that creepy, little girl voice spoke again. Because sending them on a joy ride towards who knew where wasn’t enough. 

[color=f26522]“Oh fuck off, you can’t just keep us here because you’re lonely!” [/color]she shouted at the ceiling, accent getting thicker towards the end of her sentence. She took a step back and into the centre of the carriage before her face screwed up in concentration. Purple symbols shone around her beanie as she forcefully tried to stop the train from moving. 

Of course it did shit all. She groaned as the glowing stopped, as if she’d exerted a great amount of effort (but she really hadn’t).

Isla turned back to the group with a frown. [color=f26522]“I can teleport us all back to the station… but it doesn’t seem like a good idea, since whatever that voice is seems to want us on this train!”[/color]

Of course, she wasn’t actually confident that she could teleport them back. For a start they might not be close enough not to mention the whole magical shit going on with the train just jumping into action itself. She was really, really unconfident on it working but it was technically an option. She was sure the others would shoot it down.

[color=f26522]“Maybe we just need to sit tight,” [/color]Isla said, before shaking her head. That was a ridiculous idea. [color=f26522]“Or maybe there’s something on this train that’ll help us!”[/color]