<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #FF0000">Mike</span> &amp; <span style="color: #8080FF">Ceerie</span></div><br/>First, Ceerie reminded herself not to scream - as that would be very bad and draw attention. She turned to see if the man that had glared at her earlier was looking now. He wasn’t. Niether was, to her extreme relief, anyone else looking. Her heart was pounding. She had "known" about her brother's... afliction? - for a short while. She'd never actually seen it in person first hand. Seeing it now, she wasn't sure what to say or think.<br/><br/>When Michael opened his eyes, he was struck with an all too familiar scene: the train station that he had bought his tickets at not too long ago. He'd only just realised how reckless this could have been, since if he'd missed his mark by a few meters, he would have been spotted by hundreds of people. Of course, such a hinderance wouldn't have stopped him anyway. Mike stepped out of the washroom stall, and exited the main building, just to check that he really had made it. "Now for the hard part," he muttered to himself. The point of this whole thing was to make it back to the train; he hadn't planned on abandoning Ceerie after all. The catch, however, was that he'd never tried 'blinking' onto a moving object before. Michael made his way back to the bathroom stall and closed his eyes. In his mind, he tried his utmost to perfectly picture the train seat he'd been occupying. Every detail had to be right, or it wouldn't work. He took a deep breath, and counted.<br/><br/>Ceerie smacked her hand over her mouth as she let out a muffled gasp as her brother appeared where he had been a few minutes ago. She looked around again. Everyone was either sleeping or staring at their smartphones. She looked back at him.<br/><br/>"What were you thinking!" She said, in a hiss. "What if someone had seen you? What if a camera had seen you? What if the police saw you?! What if-"<br/><br/>"Shh," Michael hushed.<br/><br/>"Don't 'shh' me!" Ceerie looked indignent.<br/><br/>He grinned back at her. "Don't worry so much, sis. I knew it'd work," he said. Although his claim was slightly dubious.<br/><br/>"Sure. You know a lot of things, doesn't always mean they'll work!" Ceerie sank back into her seat, a bit mift.<br/><br/>Mike leaned back in his seat, getting himself comfortable. "Sorry, just had to test it out."<br/><br/>She sighed and let go of her anger. She had to admit that what had just happened was actually quite awesome.<br/><br/>"So..." she said casually, trying to seem uninterested, "where'd you go?"<br/><br/>"Back to the station," he replied, smirking slightly. "Needed to take a pee break." Michael decided against telling Ceerie his true purpose, since he wouldn't hear the end of it. Besides, he'd gotten her worried enough.<br/><br/>"Well... that's way more info than I needed - thank you," she said, wincing slightly. She turned to look out the window. "I thought...I thought you weren't going to come back."<br/><br/>He frowned. "What? Ceerie, I'm not mum," he said, watching her carefully.<br/><br/>She turned to look at him, a slight smile on her face. "I know," she said, holding back tears. "Sorry, it's stupid."