The blonde had decided to roam around the train because she was becoming quite miserable in that compartment all by herself. Maybe all she needed to do was coax herself into being a happy camper.

Her poor fwooper, Quinn, was all by himself now and she hoped he wouldn't be too angry with her. She didn't need another male of any sort to be mad at her.

She walked down the corridor of the back of the train, with a zombie-like expression. Yeah the pretending to be happy was not going to work. Everything around her seemed slow and oblivious to the way she had never felt.

Ever.

In her life.