Lilly pushed and shoved to a compartment at the back of the train. Smartie jumped on to her lap, wanting a cuddle. He didn't get one. She didn't know whether anyone else was in the compartment, and she didn't care either. At all. Smartie jumped off in a strop and sat on the floor. Lilly didn't care. She put her legs up onto the seat, head in her hands, and cried. Not because term was over or anything, that would be stupid. She was coming back next year. Because of her mum. And her dad. And life, too. That stunk, especially hers. But because of her mum. Her dad, not so much. If he really wanted his daughters back, he'd pull himself together and get a job. He could if he put some effort into it. Lilly couldn't help him there. She didn't bother looking up to see who might be staring at her, there was no point. She could hear Harvey and Minnie somewhere, but they probably weren't in this compartment.