Bubble woke up, got dressed and washed her face in the sink before paying a visit to the dinning car for breakfast. She found the rest of the passengers onboard the train sitting here, she took a small corner booth and looked over a menus that was sitting there.
In the booth ahead of her an woman in her late forties-early fifties, her silvering hair tied up into a tight bun and her suit was professional. She was currently working on something on her laptop.
To the left of her was a young couple, a woman with long brown hair and teeth that looked like rare pearls (Bubbles knew they were worked on) and a young man with a lighter shade of brown. Must go to the same dentist, Bubble thought.
In another corner of the room was someone she didn't expect; an armature jewel thief, she seen his face many times before - both in person and on wanted posters; - his name escapes her at the moment but she didn't really let it bring down her good mood. He always screwed up, whatever he's planning he'll be caught.
A conductor, acting as a waiter, walk up to Bubbles. "Hello, I am Dave Marlow," he said with a slight Bronx accent. "And I am the waiter for this hour, is there anything you want right now?"
"Uh, yeah. The steak and potatoes, plus some kind juice. I don't know, surprise me."
"Very good," Dave bowed before leaving. As he left the man in the brown suit entered and took a seat next to the windows. Bubbles noticed that he wasn't as fidgety anymore when she first saw him.
She shook her head before looking out the window near her, out of the corner of her eye she saw a old man sitting far behind the old woman, he was in a suit that would make Bugsy proud of. A pudgy nose that shouted to be hit that often was answered many times and a face of a grumpy old man that take no guff.
Ironically, in a way, he was reading Alfred Hitchcock's mystery magazine. June 2002, is she wasn't mistake. She read it once, Too subtle for me and Death and cherry blossoms were her favorite stories.
Bubbles' breakfast came, she ate slowly while thinking of what to do when she gets to the resort. Maybe snorkel or sunbath.
After breakfast, Bubbles asked for a book or a magazine. While the conductor went to look for something Bubbles noticed something off, the brown suited man that she ran into before entering her room. He said he has a bodyguard, looking around she didn't see one.
He could be hiding, Bubbles thought before settling upon the "gangster" and wonder if he was the bodyguard. The man could scare even Him.
What an unusual bunch.
Bubbles laid in bed, there wasn't much to do on a train. But she couldn't stop dreaming of going to that place for a whole month (heroes get a whole month out of seven years).
She heard a knock on the door, lifting her head up she heard the conductor from the other side. "Ms. Utonium, I hate to say this but there was a minor land slide, it'll take a few hours before we start rolling again. Sorry about the inconvenience."
"That's alright," Bubbles said.
She heard the conductor leave, she placed her hands behind her head and rested until she was bothered again.
"Ms. Utonium, you must come quick." The conductor said in a panic. "There's murder a foot!"
Murder?
That got Bubbles attention. She open the door, the conductor, Dave Marlow, lead her to the room. The one that the brown suited man was in.
So much for the perfect vacation. Bubbles thought.