Hello everyone, I am back! sorry for the long wait, the week after I updated some emotional issues hit me hard, then due to said emotional issues I fell behind on school work and got internet taken away for a week. Then during the last week of January and the first week of February the emotional issues returned. Luckily I stayed on top of my schoolwork long enough for me to finish this chapter, but exams are coming up next week so I'm not sure when I'll be updating again. Also, I apologize for any mistakes in all the chapters from this point on. Like Elisabeth, I'm no longer in contact with my one friend whose been to Canada. If any of you are from Canada, please help me. I also have never been on a train, so I don't know how that works. Now onto reviews!

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Elisabeth POV

Stupid Rain asking such stupid questions about my stupid past and stupid Leo asking right after that argument.

I might have actually told Betty-Ann that it was okay to tell him if he had only chosen a better time to ask than right after Rain's picking. Apparently she had creeped up on Betty-Ann and I while she was forcing me to spill out my past to her, and had heard a few words of it. Luckily it was only a few words, because I don't know what I would have done if she had heard about it. I do know that it would have been all over camp by supper time. And that would be bad. Really bad.

I sigh and lean my head back against the seat, trying not to remember the talk with Betty-Ann. It went horribly, even without telling her about the day I left home, my trip to camp, or even my last name, I had ended up breaking down sobbing. I hate remembering that hellhole. Betty-Ann looked at me, her eyes silently asking if I was okay. I offer her a small smile, though, by the looks of the frown on her face, it must not have worked.

"Are you okay Elisabeth?" she whispered to me softly.

"Yes Betty-Ann. I'm fine, I promise." I whisper back, smiling again before standing to grab one of the books I had packed at the last minute.

Betty-Ann stifled a laugh. "You seriously brought Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince on a quest that could potentially get us all killed?"

I look at her with a mock-offended look "Yes of course I did, its one of my favorite Harry Potter books of all time, minus the third one. What better book to entertain me on this long train ride?"

"Oh I don't know, maybe some sort of book telling you more about St. Catherine's and it's Asylum?"

I shiver "No thank you. I already learned all I need to know about it from my research while Nolan was in the hospital. The myths and legends surrounding that town are extensive and extremely creepy. And as I intend to sleep in-between now and the time we enter the asylum, I didn't read too far into them. You're welcome to if you want to though. But I will be content with tales of Harry's teenage angst."

"Alright, alright! Calm down, I'll leave you alone about it, don't bite my head off." Betty-Ann laughed, then turned away from me to Leo.

I look at Leo a second before whispering to Betty-Ann "Tell him about my birthday if you want. I appreciate his effort to break up Rain and I's fight."

I could see Betty-Ann smile before beginning to converse with Leo.

I watched their conversation for a minute or two before leaning back in Nolan and pulling my book up to my face. Today was good. Yesterday is in the past. Tomorrow can wait until I finish this book.

I shut the book i had just finished. I stretched my back, then stood up to put away the book. I glanced over at Nolan, who was quietly talking with Twyla. Huh, I slightly remember them talking together while I was arguing with Rain. I wonder if they've been talking this entire time. It wouldn't surprise me, Twyla ddoesnt seem to talk with anyone except her cabinmates, and rarely involves herself in the feelings of others. Sometimes I wonder about her life before camp, but I don't ask because I figure its probably something she only really tells people she trusts. I kind of wish sometimes that I knew her better but I never could think of a way to approach her. Though, maybe this could be a good time if I begin talking to her while also talking to Nolan.

I sat there and listened to their conversation for a few minutes until the came to a short pause. Quickly before they began talking again I nudged Nolan's side to get his attention. he turned toward me.

"Do you know what time it is and how long we have until we get to our stop?" I asked quietly.

He glanced around a second before shrugging. I looked at Twyla and asked her the same question.

"Its about five thirty in the evening, since we left the station at eight thrity and its about a 12 hour trip so combined with the other stops there is probably still about three and a half hours left until we reach the St. Catherine's Station." She said coldly after a minute.

Nolan looked at her in surprise, "How did you know that?"

She chuckled "Elisabeth isn't the only one who did their research on this stuff."

I looked at her indignantly "If you were doing research on this place, couldn't we have worked together on that to make it go faster?"

She looked like she was about to reply but before she could Nolan cut in, "How did you know what time it was?"

She chuckled at him again, "There's a clock above your head Nolan."

Both Nolan and I whipped our heads around and, sure enough, there was a clock above Nolan's head.

"How did I not see that before?" I grumbled below my breathe as Twyla laughed at us. I couldn't blame her though, we probably looked pretty comical.

"Alright fine Twyla, if you're so smart, do you know how to get to the hotel we're staying once we reach St. Catherine's?" I ask, laughing with her.

"Actually I don't, but I do know that almost everything in the town is within walking of our hotel. We can probably ask one of the locals for directions."

"Huh." Nolan said before asking us a question, "Have either of you ever been out of the country before? I know that no one else has, but you two's pasts are basically mysteries."

Twyla and I shared a look. In that instant I knew she wasn't very fond of her past either.

She looked away from me and sighed, "Nah, my family didn't do much traveling when I lived with them."

I thought about my life before camp and carefully answered "My family was mostly the same. Though I did have one friend whose mother was Canadian. Her and her family would go visit her mom's family about this time every year."

Nolan looked at me surprised "I never knew that, do you know what part of Canada?"

I glanced down, I hated having this much attention on my past. "No. I never had a chance to learn."

"Why not?" he asked.

My eyes widened, I did not want to talk about that day, this conversation had to end, now. Luckily for me, Twyla seemed to sense my hesitation and cut me off before I could even open my mouth.

"Nolan, did you do any of your research on St. Catherine's Asylum? you are the leader of the group, you should probably know more about it then just that limited amount Elisabeth gave the rest of the team." She asked quickly.

I smiled at her gratefully before agreeing with her, "Yeah Nolan, did you do any research?"

he shifted uncomfortably in his seat, "Umm... No?"

I groan and rolled my eyes, "Alright, fine. Twyla and I will fill you in on everything you want to know. First off, do you have any questions pertaining to this quest?"

We kept talking like that, exhausting Twyla and I's knowledge on the subject before moving on to other subjects. it felt like we were talking for hours, but I didn't really understand how much time was passing until a voice came on over the speakers.

"THIS IS YOUR CONDUCTER SPEAKING. WE ARE APPROACHING THE ST. CATHERINE'S STATION. WILL ALL PASSENGERS EXITING THE TRAIN REMAIN IN THEIR SEATS UNTIL THE TRAIN HAS COME TO A FULL STOP. I REPEAT, WE ARE APPROACHING THE ST. CATHERINE'S STATION. PLEASE REMAIN IN YOUR SEWATSUNTIL THE TRAIN HAS COME TO A FULL STOP." the voice said.

I glanced at the others and smiled, before speaking "Welcome to St. Catherine's everyone. Grab your stuff and be ready for a short walk to our hotel."

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