The streets looked so at peace from where she was sitting on the train. People next to her, in the observation lounge, were asleep, reading, talking quietly amongst themselves, not paying attention to anything other than what they were interested in. Karen smiled to herself, and waited for the announcement that the snack car was open.

It was the sudden warmth that she felt around her front, and the pillow she gained. The sun streamed into her vision, causing it to blur and her hiding her head in her pillow, which she immediately realized was Will's shoulder. She smiled, and inhaled his scent. A scent that was unexplainable. It seemed natural. Her being with him, encircled by him.

"Hey sleepy," He whispered, before kissing the top of her head. "You didn't look very comfortable."

"So you decided to fix it?" She asked looking up. He nodded and tightened his grip around Karen, pulling her fully into his side. "Thank you."

"The snack bar is open now," He informed her. She shifted once again in his arms, watching the valley of trees pass by. "I know you were hungry."

"I still am." She stood up and straightened out her coat. "Do you want anything?" He shook his head. And she nodded making her way down the steps to the snack bar. She picked out a cup of noodles, an item she was told was probably the worst thing for her since it was extremely high in salt, salt was something she was currently craving.

"Do you want something to drink?" The cashier named Tom asked. "We got some beer or some wine."

"No thank you."

"You look like someone who knows her alcohol." He admitted. "I've seen many people on the trains and never have seen someone turn it down. Especially someone who looks like they should own their own private plane."

"I used to. But it wasn't my plane. It was my ex husband's." She placed the cup of noodles down. "And I can't have alcohol. I don't think the baby would like it." She smiled at Tom who was filling up the cup with water.

"I'm sor-" He stopped as she put her hand up to stop him. "Here you go ma'am."

"Thank you Tom," She said. "I'll see you later." He nodded and she began to make her way back up the stairs to Will. But was stopped at the sight of Will, who had an eyebrow raised and his arms crossed. Karen simply smiled and shrugged her shoulders as if she didn't know what he was silently asking.

"Baby?"

"Honey, I had to tell him something to get him off my back about the alcohol." She said, walking up the stairs, in front of Will.

It was two years later, and they found themselves on a train again. Elizabeth on Karen's lap, playing with her mother's belt buckle. The ride was similar to the one she had ridden before. The one she had went on days after she had found out she was pregnant. The trip she had not necessarily lied to Will about the baby, but simply avoided the topic.

"Good afternoon ladies and gentleman, this is Tom in the snack bar. Just wanted to let everyone know that I will be closing up in about ten minutes to go on my lunch, so if you want anything to tie you over make your way down the steps in the sightseeing car." Karen took one glance around the car and didn't see Will, assuming that he went back to their sleeping car. With that, Karen stood up and balanced her daughter on her hip as she made it down the steps into the car. She entered with her back to Tom, full well knowing that he was the same Tom.

For Elizabeth, Karen picked out an orange and a small box of milk. And for herself a small bottle of apple cider. She placed it down on the counter once it was her turn. "We have some wine and some…"

"Beer I know. You've told me." At the comment Tom looked up and smiled at the woman standing in front of him.

"Two years did you good woman." He said with a chuckle. "So is this the anti-drinking baby."

"Yes this is Elizabeth." She said bouncing te little girl up and down. "You want to say hi." The little girl shook her head and buried her face in Karen's neck. "She's a bit shy today."

Tom nodded his head and put her things in a small box. "This is for you." He said handing her the box. "Maybe in two years we'll catch up again,"

"Maybe." She said with a smile. "I'll see you later Tom." She turned around and saw Will standing the same way, arms crossed leaning against the beginning of the stairwell.

Karen handed off Elizabeth and shrugged her shoulders. "What? It's only apple cider Will, no need to be a queen." She said, before making her way up the steps, not taking a look back at Will who was shaking his head.

Ten years ago, if someone asked Karen Walker if she saw herself taking public transportation she'd laugh in their face. She'd call them insane and insist that anywhere she'd travel would be via her private jet which she received out of a marriage. If it was an employee that worked in her home, she'd simply dismiss them, telling them they were no longer needed.

Ten years ago, if someone asked Karen would she have ever imagined herself being happily married to her lawyer who, to his family and friends was gay, with a daughter permanently attached to her , she'd think they were dreaming. Three years, four months, and two weeks ago, Karen Walker went right back to being Karen Delaney.

Three years and two months ago, Karen Delaney became Karen Truman. Something changed in two weeks, between her and Will. Two weeks of vacation she was spending with him and her daughter. She smiled as she watched an old farm house pass. That's where it all happened. Love, her family, them, all in a farm house. Karen Walker never would have stood for that.