SANSA
Sansa abruptly awoke with a crick in her neck. She'd fallen asleep on one of the benches in the station last night for a whole thirty minutes and then had been unable to go back to sleep. Bleary eyed, she'd waited for her Amtrak to arrive, slumping into a seat as soon as she'd entered the train, and immediately falling into an exhausted slumber. Now after hours of uninterrupted sleep, her tiredness was gone, but there was a stiffness in her neck.
She looked around noticing that the train had stopped. They were currently in Chicago. There was an announcement over the speaker informing them of an emergency stop and that the train would resume shortly.
Staring out of the window, she spotted several policemen on the platform and she immediately tensed up. Some passengers were exiting the train and Sansa picked up her luggage and followed after them, sticking close so that she would blend in. Once on the platform, she maintained a safe distance as she observed the officers.
The conductor exited the train and she watched as he engaged in conversation with the policemen. Two of them entered the train while others started walking around the station.
Sansa wondered if she should get closer to hear what was going on. She tried to move but she felt frozen. She tried again, lifting her leaden feet and dragging them closer.
"A girl. Bright auburn hair, tall and slim."
Her heart pounded as the words floated to her. I need to go.
Sansa backed away slowly. Grateful that her glaring head of red hair was obscured by her hood. The sight of the police officers caused guilt along with panic to swell up in her and she tried to not think of the stress that she was causing Petyr. Possession in hand, she made a calm escape, while doubt gnawed away at her insides as she worried about what she would do now.