<div style="background-color:Steelblue; border:1px solid black; margin:10px 10px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;"><div style="background-color:Lightsteelblue; border:1px solid black; margin:10px 10px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;"><span style="color: #191970">Sitting down in a seat somewhat close to the scruffy man Maia looked on with interest as the two interacted. It seemed as though blondie was too busy with her own mission to be bothered with the Islander man’s. She watched him too, sit down, defeated for the moment as the blonde stormed away and got herself to the second part of the car. In that distance, even through the graffiti and slime that covered the windows to the door she could see her rushing forward toward a man slumped on the ground. <br/><br/>Curiously she stared, straining her vision to see through the cracks of spray paint and grit in order to see if she could make out what they might be saying or doing over there. She was concentrating so hard that she very nearly missed the sudden conversation happening not but three seats down from her. That gruff looking fellow from before seemed to be having his own conversation with apparently no one. Maia looked for an earpiece, hoping perhaps he was just talking like many do on their hands free device but she saw none in his ears and none around his neck, even after turning and tilting herself to get a better view.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-weight: bold">“Ok so let’s just move past the part where you, for all intents, murdered me. What’s going to happen to everybody? Do you know that happened to the others that vanished?”</span></span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #6A5ACD">‘Murdered? He’s not murdered he’s sitting right here very much alive,’</span></span> <span style="color: #191970">she thought to herself, pretty much staring at him now with rapt interest. It seemed as though the islander wasn’t the only one seeking to figure out what had happened to the people that had supposedly vanished recently. And what did he mean what was going to happen to everybody? Was he talking about them? The people here, on this train, right now? <br/><br/>Her mind raced as she thought logically about what was being said next to her, her thoughts interrupted when Island man spoke up and asked shabby man who it was he was talking to since other than herself a few seats over, there was really no one around. It seemed a reasonable question though it kind of surprised her to see anyone ask considering most appeared to be marking this guy off as some sort of crazy bum on the train. <br/><br/>She spoke up, and despite the many years of living here on the mainland, her accent was still thick of her home,</span> <span style="color: #6A5ACD">“I don’t believe he’s talking to anyone really. Though I do wonder myself who he’s talking about. What do you mean when you asked ‘what’s going to happen to everybody’? Everybody as in us? Is something going to happen to this train?"</span></div></div>