Pam found an empty compartment in the way back, and placed her things above her. Sitting down by the window, she rested her head against it. The cool-ness of the glass felt nice against her flushed cheeks. She had something on her mind, that she was really nervous about telling. But she had to. It almost got her friends hurt. Maybe. They were only ghostly figures after all. She swung her feet a little and awaited her friends Jez, Nate, and Jayden.