"Would you move over!" Sam muttered dangerously at Freddie, who was squished between Sam and some loud-mouth business man. On the blondes left was a hobo, from god-knows-where smelling like god-knows-what.
They were on a train coming back from Canada to America, where they could board a plane back to Seattle. Sadly, at the rate they were going, they'd be lucky to make it home for Boxing Day.
"To where?" Freddie snapped back, getting tired with Sam's mood. They'd been on the train for almost half an hour, and the train had been delayed many times. They were almost three hours behind schedule. Christmas with Carly and Spencer sure wasn't happening.
"Honestly, Freddfreak, I couldn't care less. Sit on the floor or something!"
"Sam. There is literally no. More. ROOM." They both growled at each other.
Stop number four, arriving in four minutes. Sorry For the delay.
That's all they ever said.
Sorry for the delay.
Sorry for the delay.
Freddie looked down at his ticket. Stop number eight. Approximately another hour and forty five minutes to go. Couldn't be much worse than this.
That's when the lights went out.
The train shook wildly, and Freddie wasn't sure if it was just Sam, or if they had gotten stuck again. He heard his partner yelp and mutter darkly.
"I swear to god. If one more bad thing-" the train slid sideways causing all of the passengers to slide towards the left.
Freddie looked over to Sam, and went to grab her hand. She looked over to him and squeezed it. What was happening. Don't let go.
The train doubled over and everything went black.
((This isn't over, but I won't continue it unless I have reviews. Favouriting and Story Alerting isn't enough.))