-When I get back
The young man boarding looked back at the other, who was nervously watching him enter the train. The simple wave and the train made the other disappear. His suitcase felt heavier than it really ought to be. The small dog, with its constant yapping, was his only other friend.
This simple trip was a parting of ways. A decision for the better, or for the worst; neither of them knew which. One thing was certain though, they needed some time apart. That was something that they both knew so well.
Tintin dropped his suitcase by the leather seat, which sat opposite a young lady, who was deeply interested in her writing. When he sat down, her eyes flickered up at him, just for a second, before returning to the words forming on the page.
It was very silent in the carriage and Tintin felt that he was the only one who was worried about the trip. His heart leapt every time the train turned a sharp corner. Snowy, who was nestled in his lap, looked up at his master ever so often, just to check that he didn't look ill.
The young lady, who now seemed to be partially interested in him, had put down her notepad and flashed a quick smile at him. Tintin raised an eyebrow; she had been the first one to talk to him. They began to converse and he found out that her name was Adriane. They got on well, he supposed, until the discussion of their jobs came up.
She was one of the leading French writers and she had been writing about a murder on this very train. Tintin, for some insane reason, felt ill when she mentioned a murder and the turns from the train didn't help. Adriane saw him looking uneasy and gestured to the window, which was now passing a beautiful, picturesque sight of a forest.
He sighed as it made him remember his walks in Marlinspike's grounds with the Captain. He finally decided, after a long while of reminiscing, that he needed to stop living in the past. That old life was over and he needed a vacation.
Snowy had gone off to investigate the baggage compartment, but had not yet come back. Tintin, beginning to feel worried, went off to search for him. Before he could even get to the last compartment, he heard an old voice, one which he was meant to forget. Captain Haddock was, for some reason, shovelling coal into a small furnace and placing his hands just in front of the glow.
Tintin coughed and the Captain jumped round and he turned a beetroot red. He knew that the Captain was hard and outgoing but he didn't think he would go this far just to be near him. When asked what he was doing aboard the train, he gave no reply and then went in search of a change of conversation.
Tintin was about halfway through looking around the baggage compartment when the train gave a convulsed shudder and he toppled sideways, crashing into the wall where there were some 'This was up' boxes, which were no longer 'This was up'. Snowy emerged out of one the boxes, looking dazed and shaken up. Tintin hugged the small dog close before dodging a few more misplaced items.
Then a thought shook him up even more. What about the Captain and Adriane!? He tried to find the leverage to stand, but kept collapsing. Snowy was skidding around and Tintin found it difficult to even get a grip on him.
Don't know if I should continue this considering I can't get a good idea for the rest of it.