We were already faced to strange events several times this day. As it happens the most disturbing was this passage between what could be logically explained and what which couldn’t. It was a quiet process like when you fall asleep.
Our train was perfectly normal. At least until we got on.
I held Cassie’s hand to help her to climb the slightly high steps and she accepted it with a discret and ironic smile.
The door closed and we needed a short moment to realize where we were.