<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #FF0000">Mike</span></div><br/><br/>Despite Ceerie’s hopes, the seats indicated on the tickets were located on the bottom of the train near the back. Michael moved past the other passengers and took his spot with Ceerie following close behind. “Want the window seat?” he offered his sister. "Do I?!" She let out a squeal and promptly took it. A man two persons in front, glanced over at the noise with an irritated expression on his face. She ignored him.<br/><br/>There was a good five minute wait before the doors closed and the train started moving forwards. Mike wondered for a moment how long he’d have to sit here. “Got a place in mind you want to stop at?” he asked Ceerie. Their destination was still an unselected mystery. “This train goes just about anywhere. We could stop at one of the big cities, or some tiny little town somewhere.”<br/><br/>Judging by her reaction, she probably hadn’t thought of a clear destination either. Boarding the train was just about as far as their plans went, thanks to the sudden decision. "I don't know," she said. "Maybe Harvard?" Harvard? That was an odd choice. “Like the school, you mean?” Michael asked. Ceerie nodded. "Maybe we can take a walking tour?" She asked, looking at him with questioning eyes. She must have had an interest in the school. Post-secondary was supposed to be something all students her age had to think about. Unfortunately for them however, their father hardly cared about such a thing, and would most certainly not pay for it. After high school, Michael went directly to the military since he preferred that over being homeless.<br/><br/>He smiled a little. “Ceerie, Harvard’s up in Cambridge. That’s Massachusetts,” he said. “It’s going to take forever to get there.” By now the train was chugging along the tracks at full speed. Other than the sound of the engine and the wheels against the rails, the interior was mostly peaceful. Mike glanced out the window and then abruptly changed the topic with a slight grin on his face. Close friends of his in the army would recognise this look as his ‘let’s do something stupid’ look, and for good reason. The last time he popped this grin, he almost lost several limbs.<br/><br/>“Hey Ceerie, you remember my… thing right?” Michael lowered his voice as if someone were listening in. Yeah, he’d discovered it around a year ago. He remembered being completely baffled the first few times he pulled it off, mostly since they were accidents. He’d eventually gotten a hold of it, but it was still the most mysterious thing he’d ever encountered. “I’m going to try something, wait up a sec,” he said, rubbing his hands together. He counted slowly in his head without waiting for her reply.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">One…</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Two…</span><br/><br/>And on three, he disappeared.