Originally Posted by Presley Black

Presley pressed her fingernails into her palms. If Rachel wasn't lost, didn't that mean she was hurt or something? "We should have pre-arranged a meeting spot in case of separation," she mumbled, cursing her own stupidity. If she had thought ahead, this would not be a problem. Opening up her hands she had left indent marks in her skin from her nails. She shook her hands to relieve the now-present pain. She was nervous, and to be honest, a little scared. Rachel was a kid! Granted she was older than Presley. Everyone was older than Presley, but still, she was twelve! Perfect age to get kidnapped!
Presley methodically crossed and uncrossed her fingers, a worrying sort of habit. She nodded in agreement with Luna. "Yeah, she'll be here in just a second. She's looking for us." Except a nagging voice in Presley's mind said "well, you never did find her on the train. What makes you think you can find her now?"