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Simon found himself very pre-occupied, still, by the news of the passengers on the train. One would think he'd move on, but it haunted him. He didn't quite understand why no one had returned, but he feared the worst. He simply shouldn't let himself dwell on it.
But dwell he did, so the person at the counter had to clear their throat to get his attention. Bad manners indeed. "I'm terribly sorry," Simon offered with a sheepish smile. "What can I do for you?"