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Once Lost, Now Found

Chapter Two

When Jane sat down on the train's bench seat, he felt slight unease come over him. He hadn't been on any type of transportation device in five years and the very thought of it scared him and brought back foul memories. Cho seemed all right with boarding the train and sitting himself down beside Minelli. Jane would have to give both men credit for being able to board a train with such ease, he knew he could never get over his 'phobia' of moving from one place to another.

Scooting close to the window, Jane perched his elbow on the sill and began to look out. His heart lurched in his chest when the machine began moving forward, leaving the station and becoming en route to California. Jane glanced over to Cho, who seemed nervous for only a split second before resuming his ordinary stoic demeanor. Letting out a brief sigh, Jane resigned and crossed his arms over his chest to continue to stare out the window. There was no reason for him to be really jumpy over this. The machine he was currently in was only a train, not a once magnificent ship that went down in the Atlantic. He closed his eyes and began to drift off into sleep, the powerful booming outdoor noise of the train turning into a deep lullaby reeling him into sleep. Shifting once more ever so slightly, his head slipped against the window and he mumbled something incoherently before he fell fast asleep.

…

"Is it true that Mr. Jane lost his family in England and then the new love of his life just five years prior?" Cho peered upwards at Minelli from his novel, his finger resting on the fragile paper that called to be turned, "I can see in his eyes that he is a troubled soul."

Pulling the novel slightly away from his body, Cho simply nodded in confirmation, "Yes, that is true," Cho did not really want to be talking about this, especially with Jane sleeping up against the window only a few feet away. It wasn't his business. It would be if Minelli was asking if he were indeed on the ship that went down five years ago, but Cho still would not like to remember that night. Like Jane, he viewed it as a very painful night.

"Did you know them?"

Cho shifted, crossing his arms over his chest, "Who?"

"His wife and child, the ones in England?"

The Asian man spoke without movement, "No, I did not," he almost mentioned that he had known the lost love, but kept himself from doing so. If Minelli were to ask, he would simply ignore the older man. If there was any chance that Jane were still awake, hearing them both talk about his misfortunes would place Jane in a very foul mood.

Cho was happy to see Minelli just simply nod at what was said and resign back to looking over at the small periodical he had tucked away in his overcoat before boarding the train. Uncrossing his arms, Cho picked up his novel and continued reading, once glancing over at Minelli, then back over at Jane's still body.

He was asleep.

…

Jane stood on the water, his eyes looking over a vast space of empty ocean. He looked down, seeing a panicked fish swim by. Away from something. Quirking his eye brow, he took a hesitant step forward, seeing as he was perfectly fine on top of the water, he continued his path after the fish. It was getting faster and faster until he lost sight of it. Reaching up into his blond curls, he scratched his head.

"Why was I even following that fish in the first place?" he furrowed his brow even higher and brought his hand to rest balled up underneath his chin, "I mean this must be a dream," he paused and looked up, suddenly seeing fireworks above him. Why couldn't he hear them?

Why hadn't he seen them?

Twisting around, his eyes searched the skies. More fireworks erupted, popped, glowed, and fizzed out. He moved his head downwards until it was more level with directly in front of him. A large fog was laid out before him, obscuring his vision. Jane squint his eyes and took a step forward, the fog suddenly lifting and leaving an icy chill to sweep over his body.

Chaos.

So many people in danger. Complete utter chaos was going on before him once more.

So many people.

There were so many people jumping off the ship, arms and legs frantically searching for a place to land because of an animalistic instinct. They all opened their mouths and silently screamed, regretting the fall they had made their bodies endure before their ultimate demises. The lifejackets some wore pulled them back up, holding their cold, wet heads upright. They waved their arms, hoping for someone to come back and rescue them.

Then he heard an all too familiar crash. It was the only sound he heard before all of a sudden all the horrible sounds he heard that night came to him at a full force. Screams, cries of agony and pain. Crashes, moaning and groaning of the once great ship right before it met its demise stood before him.

Jane then realized that tears had begun streaming down his face, rolling off his cheeks to splash onto the water beneath his feet. Subtle ripples began and he immediately took a step back. He looked up once more just in time to see one of the funnels fall forward onto many innocent bystanders. They were all crushed like small bugs at the mercy of a large man's shoe. His heart painfully began to hammer in his chest – much like it did that night.

Then another memory hit him. A young woman clutching onto the railing, smiling at him. Love and adoration ever present on her features…Teresa Lisbon, his love lost at sea.

He felt like he was getting sick.

His eyes snapped open and his stomach lurched as the bile rapidly rose. Jane jerked upwards, hand clutching at his mouth as he quickly tried to move away from Cho and Minelli – who was sleeping peacefully at this moment. As he moved by, he was certain that they were both awake, but he was also quite certain that they would appreciate not being covered in vomit.

"Jane?" he heard Cho call him from behind, but he didn't stop. He continued down the halls towards the nearest place to deposit his offering.

This was the chapter that really had me stuck for a long time! Still I'm not so proud of it (I like the 3rd chapter a lot more!). Chapter 4 is in progress…