Emmy sidled into a compartment which happened to have just two empty seats. Dumping her bag of robes on the floor at her feet, she sank back into the corner of the compartment, feeling lonely, and wishing that Treyen or Sammy might turn up.

She sat, gazing out of the carriage window, and realised it was getting dark rather fast. "Might be a good idea to start putting robes on..." she said to no-one in particular.