Juliet St Laurent (![]() ![]() @ 2012-09-01 20:53:00 |
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Earlier that morning, both Alex and his name had been present. When she wandered back from a venture to the library though ... his name was gone. At first, she'd tried to chalk it up to the train being the train -- in the sense of it randomly moving people's names around, and not the other way. The way anyone who cared about anyone on board feared. She'd thought about trying to locate his name on the doors, but it seemed so much easier just to ask herself where she was. So she did. The resulting lack of response wasn't promising in the least. So she'd resorted to checking the doors. One by one, she went through them. Up the train, then back down. There was another Alex, but ... not her Alex. His name wasn't anywhere. She could find other people she knew about -- she found Lily in the kitchen, and she found Logan in his touring compartment. So it wasn't a matter of a power failure (though she would have adored finding out that was the case, that he was still here and her power was just randomly malfunctioning in regard to him), but oh how she wished it was. For a little while, she'd retreated to her room. Because it was her room now. Not theirs. Just hers. At least until the train dropped someone else in on her. With her luck, it would be someone who ... looked like him but wasn't him or something ridiculous like that. Because that was the way of the train. When she realized that no one was going to come looking for her, because she'd done a great job at pretty much cutting herself off from everyone after Alex had shown up, Juliet stared out her window for a little bit longer. There wasn't much to see, really. The lights didn't extend that far, and there was nothing but empty, dark space in front of her window. She caught her reflection a few times, and she figured she looked about as miserable as she felt. Eventually though, she realized she had to eat. Life went on. Maybe at home, she and Alex had finally gotten together like they had on the train. Maybe some part of them recalled, and ... they gravitated toward one another. It wasn't much of a comfort -- and it certainly didn't help her now -- but she guessed she should take what she could get. Moving slowly, she first went to the bathroom to wash the tears off her face and to try to straighten up her hair. It was an exercise in futility, and in the end she decided it didn't matter. Just about everyone on the train had lost someone. They'd get it. It was the way of the train. After taking something from the kitchen, she made her way to the entertainment car. She flipped through the DVD selection until she found something with lots of explosions and car chases and a plot an infant monkey could follow. Popping in the disc, she settled herself on the couch and tried to pretend there was nothing wrong. Nothing wrong at all. |