Marian pressed her lips together for a moment. Looking away as she did. "I don't know. I would like to see my father again." Tell him she was sorry for the things she said. For not being the daughter he wanted. For being bold and willful.
"Instead of through hallucinations or dirty train trickery." The shadows, she was fairly sure he was not there for. The train had been small then. Less than fifty people. A soft sigh passed through her lips. "It's not likely to happen, but it would be nice."
Composing herself Marian turned her gaze back on him. "How long have you been on the train?"