In the previous chapter I wrote that they were going to the train station. I will still refer to it as such, but think of it more like a subway than a train, alright?

Also, LunaGoddessOf Foxes-- thank you for your review. This is my first actual fanfiction, and you were my first reviewer. :)

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When they made it to the train station, the day was beginning to turn into night. Toki walked beside Skwisgaar as they boarded the train.

"Wheres does dis train goes?" he asked a man who was sitting down near the door that they had just walked through.

"It goes pretty much all the way down Sweden, but that'll take about a day if you want to go that far. It makes stops every now and then," the man answered, looking at Skwisgaar and then down at Toki, "are you kids traveling all alone?"

"Dis trains doesn'ts goes outs of Swedens?" Skwisgaar asked, ignoring the question the man had asked.

"No," the man answered, "you can get off and get on another train that does. Where are you trying to get to?"

"Wheresevers is warmers," Skwisgaar answered.

"I see," the man answered, "well, you'll need to take a boat or a plane eventually. Unless you plan on going backwards and then through Russia. How warm does it need to be where you want to go? I think you can get to England pretty easy, but you'll probably need a passport."

"Pasa-port?" Toki spoke up, "What means, pa-sa-port?"

"It lets you go out of the country. You cannot go into a different country without a passport," the man answered.

Toki's eyes grew big. He had gone from Norway to Sweden, and no one asked him for a passport. Maybe no one saw him. Would he get in trouble if someone found out that he went to a different country without a passport?

"Whats if you don'ts haves a pasa-port?" he asked, "Wills you gets in da troubles?"

"Nah, they just won't let you leave the country," the man answered.

Toki decided not to press the matter any farther. He didn't want to give himself way, so he turned to Skwisgaar, "Where's we goings to go?" he asked, "Where's we gets a pasa-ports?"

Skwisgaar looked at the man, "Wheres does we can gets a pasa-ports, hm?"

"I don't know," the man said, "I've never had to get one. I've lived in Sweden my whole life."

"Okays den," Skwisgaar said, "Well, thanks yous anyways."

He and Toki walked and sat down. In the train car, there were the strangest people Skwisgaar and Toki had ever seen. An old woman was knitting or sewing. It looked like she was making a teddy bear. There was another old woman who was popping her fingers, one by one, and when she got to the last one, she would start from the first again, popping each one, only to start over each time.

Closer to them, there was a younger woman who just stared ahead. Toki assumed that she must be blind, because she didn't look like she could see anything that was happening. No matter who did what, she continued to look forward.

The old man who they had spoken to before, sitting by the door, was also quite strange. The man greeted each person who boarded the train. Not necessarily with a "Hello," but with some sort of greeting, such as a nod or a wave.

Another old man boarded the train then. He looked right at Skwisgaar and Toki and then sat down far away from them, but where he could still see them. This man made Skwisgaar nervous. He had long white hair, and something just didn't seem right about him. Skwisgaar noticed that Toki also seemed nervous about the strange man who glanced at them every so often. He put his arm around the younger boy's shoulders.

Skwisgaar didn't plan on falling asleep, but if he did by mistake, on the long train ride, he wanted to make sure he kept Toki nearby. The people on the train were all strange, and each of them looked at Toki and Skwisgaar oddly from time to time, wondering why a 15-year old boy and a 7-year old boy would be traveling on a train without their parents.

The train was rather quiet until 2 young men who knew each other boarded. They looked about 20 years old, and they laughed and joked. They each carried with them a guitar in a case, and Skwisgaar hoped that they would sit near him and Toki, as the 2 men made him far less nervous than the other passengers.

To Skwisgaar's delight, the young men sat in the seats right across from Skwisgaar and Toki. They must have thought Skwisgaar looked like a musician, because they were quick to start up a conversation with him.

"Hey," the taller of the men said, looking at Skwisgaar and Toki, "Where are you kids going?"

"Ohs, you knows... arounds," Skwisgaar answered, "We's just tryings to gets outs of dis stupids colds place. Goes to a differents places. More warmers."

"Yeah, I hear that," the man said, "So are we. My name's Gustaf, and this is my brother, Olof. Are you two brothers?"

Skwisgaar thought it would be best to lie, as it would be difficult to think of an excuse as to why he would be traveling with some young kid whom he was not even related to. "Yeahs," he lied, "We's brothers."

"That's cool," Gustaf said, "We're trying to start a band. Do you play, by any chance?"

"Yeahs, I plays de guitars," Skwisgaar said. He had brought his guitar along with him, as it was the one possession of his that he couldn't bear to leave behind. As he spoke to Gustaf, he pointed toward the guitar in it's case, which lay on the seat beside him.

"Yeah," Gustaf said, "I figured that was yours. That's why I came over here. Do you want to try out? See if we could use you? It doesn't matter where you are going. We don't really have a destination."

"Sures," Skwisgaar said, "We don'ts haves one eithers. Just goings wheres it wills be warmers." he thought for a moment, "Does yous guys haves a pasa-ports?"

"No," the other man, Olof answered, "Seriously, we just jump on the trains leaving the country, while no one is looking. We've been all over the place; to a lot of the countries around here. Just sneak onto boats. It's not hard."

"Wowwee," Toki spoke up, not wanting them to forget about him, "Can we goes with yous? To sneeks on de boats?"

"Sure," Gustaf agreed. "You both can. It's about an 8 hourride and then we get off, and there is a boat that goes to England. We can sneak on. Oh, before I forget, do you mind me asking what your names are?"

"I'm Toki," Toki answered quickly, "and dis is Skwisgaar."

"Right, now, Skwisgaar, you need to make sure not to get caught when you sneak on to boats or trains. They get really mad if they catch you. You are probably old enough that they won't let you just get away with it. Your brother, Toki here, they probably won't make a fuss if they catch him, but you should both try not to get caught anyway. It shouldn't be a problem though. We'll help you out," Olof said.

Skwisgaar talked to Olof and Gustaf for a few hours, with Toki adding something to the conversation every now and again. Eventually Toki laid down on the seat and fell asleep, while Skwisgaar continued to talk with his possible future band-mates.

"I'm going to try to follow Toki's example, and get a little sleep before we reach the next stop," Olof said.

"I think I will too. You might want to too, Skwisgaar," Gustaf suggested.

Skwisgaar leaned back in the seat and put his hand on Toki's foot, so ifToki decided to get upwhile Skwisgaar was sleeping, he would wake up. He slowly drifted into an uncomfortable sleep in the awkward train car.

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:) There's a lot of Dramatic Irony in here... And a little foreshadowing... You might be picking up on it. There are two things you should be suspicious of, but don't feel bad if you don't; it is easier toconnect the dots when you are the one who has drawn them. What's going to happen! I'm so excited!

Oh yeah... and of course, I must note these few necessary things: I'll try to update this soon. I've got a lot going on with school right now, but I am loving writing this, so I'll probably update it tomorrow, but I might not... so don't get too excited.

Sorry if you thought this chapter was a little bit boring... I know not very much happened in it...

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