Lilly walked along the corridor towards the first compartment she saw, which looked empty, her shoulders slumped. She wasn't going to cry. She wasn't going to cry. She clutched her backpack tightly and breathed in and out slowly, calming herself. The girl had never walked along these corridors without Violet beside her. Ever. They were usually with Rose, who found them a compartment which quickly filled up with all of their friends. It was happy and cheerful and she never felt alone. Thinking about it, she had never been on a journey anywhere without her twin sister. Now she would be in a compartment all by herself, sitting there silently.

Hurrying to reach the empty compartment before anyone else did, Lilly ran along the corridor, coming to a quick stop when she got to the door. She opened it and entered, closing the door behind her. The girl sat down on the seat, staring out of the window. She was lost in her own little world, once again. But this time it wasn't the Lilly world of music. Her guitar was with her luggage, anyway. And Violet's sketchpad. Violet. She curled up into a small ball on the seat and hid her face. Then she began to cry.

Lilly needed a friend really. Violet, preferrably, but that was hardley going to happen. Ira or Harvey would do. Or maybe Ronnie. No, not Ronnie. She only spoke to the twins because they were Rose's sisters. And because she was a good person who was friendly enough to say hello when they passed each other.

Siiiighhhhhhh.