She held onto the pole and tried to catch her breath, watching the scenery pass by her quickly. She doubled over weak and out of breath trying to hold the tears in. Well, ya made it Melody. Yer on da way ta Manhattan an' finally goin' ta be safe. Well, safer dan ya were wid dose pick pockets, at least.
Once she had caught her breath a little more she slipped into one of the train cars and curled up between a few boxes, praying she wouldn't be found. She let the tears of releif and greif fall down her face and thought for the millionth time, How did I evah get meself inta dis mess? I jest wish I'd stayed in dat damn church. It woulda been bettah dan dis, by far. At least I'se got away an' I'll get ta start ovah in Manhattan, it may not be dat far but it'll do da trick.