SANSA
Sansa stepped out the door headed to the library, butterflies fluttering around in her stomach. The meal that she had consumed for breakfast, although delicious, was now threatening to come back up.
This is it. This is the day, she told herself. I set off to find Jon. She hadn't dared try again after her first attempt when she'd nearly been mowed down by a truck. Sandor's truck. He'd called her out on trying to run away and she had decided to wait before trying again; afraid that if he suspected that she was biding her time, Sandor would jump out of the truck after her, march to her front door and alert everyone to what she was trying to do.
But now she was ready. She'd thought long and hard about it. Sansa wore her regular book bag slung over her shoulder. It was stuffed with very few clothing and toiletries. She hadn't even included an extra pair of shoes. She walked the few miles to the library and determinedly marched into the lobby. When the librarians at the front desk greeted her, she attempted to keep the guilty flush off of her face. Forcing her facial muscles to relax and stretch into their usual smile.
Would they know something was off? she worried as she headed upstairs. When Petyr came looking would he immediately know what she was doing? She sat at her usual spot, trying to stick to her usual routine so that nothing in her behavior would stand out. After spending an appropriate amount of time surfing the web, she headed to the bathroom to place a call to Uber. She requested an uber to drive her to Richards Blvd to catch the Greyhound.
Once done, she went back to her seat and waited. Reading a few books to keep her mind off of her growing nerves. No one's watching you, silly, she scolded herself. Stop acting weird. But she couldn't help it. She felt so nervous. She almost expected to turn around and see everyone staring at her suspiciously.
Before she could change her mind and call the whole thing off, Sansa hurried to the restroom and locked the door behind her. She changed into a loose gray hoodie, then placed a cap on her head, tucking it low over her face before pulling up her hood to completely mask her hair. As long as she kept her head lowered, the disguise should work, she convinced herself as she stepped out of the restroom and waited in the hall for the uber.
Her phone vibrated about fifteen minutes later and she jumped, then glanced guiltily around. Her Uber was here. Head down, she hurried down the stairs, through the lobby and out the doors; keeping her face shielded so that the front desk attendants couldn't glimpse it. The uber was parked right in front of the steps and she gratefully rushed down and walked to the car; throwing the door open and folding her long frame inside. She shut the door firmly and the car drove off.
She dozed off as the car drove smoothly, but before long the uber driver was waking her up and telling her that she had reached her destination. Mouth dry and heart in her throat, Sansa paid him and stepped out on shaky legs. She picked up her book bag and headed to the Greyhound Station ticket booth.
Twenty minutes later, she was tucked into a seat, her hands folded primly in her lap. It was going to be a long trip and this was only the beginning. The trip to San Francisco would take about two hours, so she pulled out a book that she had packed to pass the time. And once in San Francisco, she would have to switch to the Amtrak to take her cross country.
200 Folsom St., the bus had arrived about ten minutes ago. Sansa walked across San Francisco busy Greyhound Station, wanting to buy some food and engage in a quick sightseeing expedition before the Amtrak that she had booked arrived. She spotted a store across the street that read "Philz Coffee" and decided to try it out. She ordered hot chocolate and a sandwich, then sat at a table by the window to people watch as she ate.
After she finished eating, Sansa headed to the San Francisco Ferry Building that was about fifteen minutes away. She bought a small carry-on bag and transferred her clothes and other items into it. She also bought an extra pair of shoes and more books to read. She stuffed the new purchases into the carry-on. Once her shopping was complete, she explored for a while before checking the time.
Her train would arrive soon! Sansa rushed back to the Greyhound Station. The train was pulling in as she arrived and she took a few seconds to catch her breath. With a book in hand, her belly fully, and a window seat, Sansa settled into her seat inside the Amtrak. Now that she had made it this far, her anxiety had dissolved a little.
She looked at the other passengers as they boarded the train and wondered if she would strike up a friendship with any in the four days that it would take to reach New York.