Slowly spooning ice cream into her mouth, the small girl looked at her friend. Really looked at him. He looked horrible; as bad as she had felt when they ran into each other on the grounds. Pulling the ear muffs and beanie off her head, she placed them on the table beside the tub of ice cream.

"Do you want anything to eat, Sabel?" Her voice was soft, eyes full of worry. Did he just want to sleep again. For some reason she felt like they were on the train again. Her wanting to talk, and him wanting to rest. This time though, she would let him rest. He had been through enough, and she could always speak with him later.