Arin looks at Anna, quite surprised and puzzled. He gets up, putting his cup of tea aside.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">- Foolish? What do you...</span>he starts before he gets it.<span style="font-style: italic">I hope you're wrong...</span><br/><br/>Arin runs toward his suite, while Anna runs to Tam's bedroom. A short moment later, the bunny opens the communication door between both suites. He looks very pissed off and dejected.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">- Sar took his bag, some clothes, and the money his mother gave him... Should we call the police? They can't have gone that far, it's been only minutes since we left them alone. Or perhaps we could call the hotel desk first, to check if they saw them get out the resort?</span><br/><br/>He pauses and sighs.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">- As if the situation wasn't complicated enough this way, they have to make it even worst... We'd betetr not tell Arkain nor the Tigress until we've found them, they'd be worried sick, and it would only makes the matter worst ocne we'll be back home.</span><br/><br/>-----<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">- Thank you, Sir, thanks you a lot,</span>says Tamara while they get off the otter's car.<br/><br/>She grabs her bag and Sar's paw, as they step into the large train station. The yougn tigress looks around, a bit lost, unable to read what information is written on the signs and big panels since she doesn't know a word of french. She can understand that the names on the big sign must be names of cities, but none of thoses rings any bell.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">- He said we could catch a train for Amsterdam from here, right?</span>she asks Sar, a bit unsure since she doesn't see 'Amsterdam' written anywhere.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">- Perhaps we should ask one of the employees?</span>she adds, pointing out to a desk where a couple people are obviously ordering tickets.<br/><br/>The train station is quite deserted, which is normal given the hour. Tourists usually arrives early in the morning, and leaves the same. Very few people, even locals, take the train at such a late time of the night.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">- Excuse me, ma'am,</span>says Tam to one of the employes, a young female skunk,<span style="font-style: italic"> we'd like to buy tickets to Amsterdam. How much is it and when is the train leaving?</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">- Two tickets to Amsterdam?</span>she replies with a smile and a nearly perfect english accent.<span style="font-style: italic">It would cost you 400 Euros. The next train departs tomorow, at 1402.</span><br/><br/>Tamara meeps and looks at Sar, her ears flattening against her skull.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">- Tomorow? We can't wait that long, my love... They'd find us by then...</span>she tells him.<br/><br/>The last sentence catches the attention of the employee. She has seen young people running away from their parents, alone or in couple. She doesn't say anything, however, and just waits for their answer for the train ticket for the moment.