Logan (hey_bub) wrote in expresslogs, @ 2012-11-01 18:10:00 |
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James was not exactly sure how he’d woken up on a train, or why he had apparently been wearing clothing that looked to be too big for his father. Nor could he begin to explain why the scenery outside looked like something out of a fairy-story. Furtively, he checked the pockets of the jacket he was wearing. Aside from a half-smoked cigar and a small bottle of whiskey, he found little of interest -- some crumpled papers, an empty chocolate wrapper, but little else. Wrapping the jacket around himself, James looked around the room curiously. It appeared to be some sort of private train compartment, but he could discern little else about it. It smelled of stale cigar smoke and like something dark and damp he couldn’t place. Moving to the door, sniffling once and coughing softly, James twisted the knob. He peered out into the hallway, coughing a couple more times before he began to pad on bare feet down the corridor. He had no idea where he was going, and the extent of his plan involved finding a conductor or engineer or … really, any sort of adult. Preferably one that could answer the growing list of questions forming in his mind. |