Train woke the next day with one thing on his mind—finding the girl. He left without eating breakfast and wandered the streets of Desburg until noon. He returned to the hotel room feeling somber and discouraged.

"What's with you?" Sven asked as Train sat down after getting bread, ham and salami.

"I didn't find her," Train said dully.

"Maybe we're in the wrong place," Eve said.

"I think that she's in Braccio City," Train said. "I could hardly hear her singing."

"Do we have to go back to that dump of a place?" Sven asked. He blinked before saying, "You said that you heard her singing."

"I did."

"Oh. Do you think that it was a dream?"

"No."

"You think that you heard her in real life?"

"Yeah."

"That's strange. I wasn't able to hear it."

"It was when I was half asleep."

"In that case, your mind might've created her voice."

"What?"

"What I mean is that you remembered her singing and then your mind used her song to lull you to sleep."

"Oh." Train was still depressed about not finding the girl.

"So, do we still have to go back to Braccio City?"

"You guys can stay here. I'll go on my own."

"Are you nuts? We're going with you."

"Suit yourselves."

"When are you going?" Eve asked.

"Tomorrow."

"I heard that there are more fugitives on the loose in Braccio City," Eve said. "I want to bring them down in our spare time."

"All right, then," Train said. "Let's do this."

-

After arriving at Braccio City the next day, Train took care of renting the apartment and unpacking while Eve and Sven found a place to eat.

"It took you a while," Sven said after directing Train over to their table.

"Yeah, sorry about that."

"That's okay."

"Did you see the girl yet?"

"No. She comes out at night, remember?"

"Yeah, I remember."

"Good."

"Yeah. Let's go out and catch those criminals for the day."

They easily brought down the A-class fugitives and earned a lot of bounty money. It was finally night time. Train was on the rooftop of his apartment, surveying his surroundings while drinking a bottle of milk. It's just like the old days, he thought. The only thing missing is Saya. Train waited until midnight before going to bed. Again, he heard the girl's song.

Sing a song unto the world,

Rising high, the clouds unfurl.

Fan the flames into the past.

Here, now, our lives will last.

You'll never know the times of pain.

Fall down, fall down, falls the rain,

My life won't be plain.

Why does she keep on singing those same lines? Does she like them so much that she wants to bug the crap out of people by singing the same few lines over and over again? It's enough to drive me nuts! Then again, her voice is pretty. He fell asleep soon after the girl's song had finished.

--

"Saya!" Train screamed as his friend was murdered by Creed Diskenth. "You bastard. You killed Saya. I'll never forgive you for what you did to her!" he said, his voice sounding like he was on the verge of tears. "You're a dead man, Creed. This ends NOW!"

"Train, I have to tell you something," Creed said.

"What is it?" Train was getting annoyed because of Creed's sudden delay.

"The only way to break the witch's curse is to kill you, too." Creed stabbed Train and left him there on the ground. The fireworks went on, masking the sadness that was going on in an alleyway. Train hugged Saya close as he died.

--

Train woke up at 4:00 in the morning because of that nightmare. I won't let that happen, he swore. He went to the refrigerator and got a bottle of milk out. After chugging it, he tossed it in the garbage and fell asleep in his bed again. The next dream that he had was peaceful, but his heart ached at the sight and sound of Saya.

--

Saya laughed. "Isn't this outfit cute?"

"Not really," Train said dully.

"You'd better shut your mouth. Do you realize how rude that was?"

"Yeah."

"Then why did you say it?"

"It's my honest opinion."

"Do you have anything else to say?"

"Yes."

--

The alarm clock rang, disturbing Train's peaceful dream. Damn alarm clock! He thought angrily as he stared up at the ceiling. He briefly considered throwing it out the window when he noticed that Sven and Eve weren't in the room. There was no note anywhere as far as Train could see. I was going to say something in my dream, but then the stupid alarm clock cut me off. What was I going to say? He took a shower, got dressed, and ate a chocolate chip muffin that Sven had left on the table. He saw a note next to the plate. It read:

Train,

Eve and I went to the supermarket to pick up a few things. We'll be back shortly.

-Sven

Thanks for the letter, he thought after reading it.

"You're finally up, huh?" Sven asked as he came in.

"Did you guys see her yet?" Train asked before he could stop himself.

"No," Sven said.

"You like her, don't you, Train?" Eve asked as she put the bag of groceries down on the table.

"What?" Train asked.

"The girl that we're trying to find," Eve said.

"No," Train said. He could feel himself blushing as he said it.

"You're blushing," Eve said. "That means that you like her."

"Blushing doesn't mean anything," Train said.

"Yes, it does," Eve said. She took Train's palms and felt them. "They're sweaty," she said. "Your heart is racing just thinking about her. I studied the signs of attraction." She held up the book that read The signs of Attraction.

"What made you read that?" Train asked, slightly nervous because of Eve's book that she was reading.

"I thought it looked interesting, so I took it out of the library."

"You took it out of the library?! What did the librarian have to say about that?"

"She didn't say anything. She just checked the books out."

"Don't you think that you're a little young to be reading about signs of attraction?" Train asked.

"No. It fascinates me," Eve said. "To know that people sweat when they like each other--like you're doing now, Train--is interesting."

"You think that that's interesting?!" Train was getting more and more concerned by the moment.

"Yes, I do," Eve said matter-of-factly. "The fact that people blush, sweat, and their pupils get bigger when they think about one another is quite interesting."

"Their pupils get bigger?!" Train said, shocked. "I didn't realize that people's pupils, well, get bigger when they like one another."

"Eve, leave him," Sven said.

I'll bug him another time, Eve thought as Train finished his muffin.

"Did you like your muffin?" Sven asked.

"Yeah. Did you make it?"

"Yes."

"Cool! You have to teach me how to make one."

Since when did Train have an interest in cooking?! Sven thought, slightly taken aback by Train's desire to learn how to make a muffin.

Sven got out his pink apron, the cookbook and the materials that they would need to make the muffins.

Do I have to wear Sven's pink apron?! Train thought, completely horrified by how he would look with a pink apron tied around his waist. After Sven and Eve said that he would look good in it, he reluctantly put it on. He proceeded to make some muffins with Sven and Eve.