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The strange man who let her on the train was very polite, exchanging the normal pleasantries while giver her, her ticket to: The Silver Line, it wasn't any sort of thing she had ever heard of before but having been raised with the knowledge her she would serve the family, like her mother did as well she learned not to question the requests of this strange man.

Her ticket was for the first class, why she didn't know as she seemed just a servant girl undeserving of such luxery. The velvet couches were welcome enough with their soft pillows, it was a comfort she hadn't experienced before, sure there were those couches in the house she cared for, but her mother adviced her not to sit down on them, not in her dirty clothes.

As comfortable as she was, there was not a soul in there along with her, and the train was so big. It seemed far too big only to be housing her. Like usual with kids, curiousity overtook her once the comfort was no longer enough to keep her entertained

It was nice enough at first, there were other kids to play with, they'd teach her games to play and she would do the same. There was a boy who had some playing cards with him, another with a pocketwatch they'd use for races, yet another girl with a hanky, they would play for hours, whatever games their little minds would come up with to keep them occupied.

As time went on some of the kids would dissapear, at first they tried searching for them, though in their experience hide and seek got boring quickly in the repeating pattern of the train carriages, though no matter how much they searched they couldn't find any of the lost kids. It might have been the emptyness of loss, but the train seemed to get longer whenever one of them dissapeared, and soon enough Clarissa found herself alone.

There was no sun and yet her dress had faded from its original bright colour to only a muddy memory of it, the hems worn as well. It was the only thing that would tell her time had pased but she herself barely seemed to age. After all this time alone someone seemed to have heard her lone cries of desperation, back in the her original place in the first class, a new boy came, his clothes were alien to her, no one she'd seen before had worn anything that resembled what this boy wore.