Carla looked down at her watch. Only 5 minutes had passed since she last checked the time. She hadn't been there long, but she managed to truly take in her surroundings. There were 5 music posters of some local artist she'd never heard of. On it included, a picture of the artist wearing a completely orange outfit; complete with a fluffy hat and orange socks. The shoes just so happened to be out of frame. There were only 3 support posts that she could see. "Hopefully, there's more than that; wouldn't want the whole place to come crashing down on me" She thought. Additionally, she spotted 7 trash cans, all with the same gray rectangular design. They haven't changed the design of those since the 80s. Carla chuckled to herself quietly. She took a look at the clock again, watching the second hand on the clock move. Tick, tick, tick it. Paying more attention to where the hands were pointing, she checked the time again. Another 5 minutes had passed. Was she a fast counter? Or were snails moving faster than her wait somehow. She looked down at her feet, and smiled to herself. Although there was no one around, she didn't want to make too much noise.

Around 30 minutes later, she began to get worried. She was sure the train would come; it always came at the same time everyday. At 5 o'clock exactly, the train blows its whistle and the passengers come and go. She'd known this information for quite some time before making

her escape. Now that she was here, it wasn't what she expected. I mean, how many times would she have to stare into the eyes of DJ Corn Dog before she could officially be out of this place? How long would she have to wait?

At first she wasn't in any rush, the train could have come 10 hours later and she wouldn't have cared. After sitting in the same spot for nearly an hour, she stood up and stretched. Sitting on this uncomfortable bench had it's perks, but more so it's negatives.

Carla decided to walk around the station more, outside of what she had already counted there was only a few things she missed. There were 3 vending machines, with dimming lights. It seemed as if the food in there had been sitting in there for a while. How long had it been since maintenance or anyone who cared about this place actually did anything? Was this station completely forgotten about?

She contemplated buying a drink, but she wasn't sure. Who would want to get sick on the first day of a big trip? She opted out of buying anything, but she did decide to go through the "food" options. They were more so snacks, but nothing unusual per say. There were standard bags of chips with no name, granola bars, fruit snacks, and some danishes. The only way to distinguish between everything were the colors of the packaging and the prices. Carla wiped here eyes and blinked twice to make sure she was seeing it correctly... "$4.50 for ONE bag of chips? They've got to be joking. No wonder these have been sitting here as long as they have."

That's when she heard, a very faint horn. An all familiar sound of the train that she knows all too well. She's heard it every day since she was born basically. Smiling wide, she took a deep breath and hurried to her bag to grab her ticket.

Wait.. her bag, isn't where she left it!? She was positive that it was there, I mean there was no one else around. Or was there? The sound of the train horn got louder and louder, and it made Carla panic even more. She searched everywhere for her bag, but it was gone. She was officially alone, and she had nothing to lean on. To make matters worse, the faint horn she heard disappeared.

Carla went to the same bench she sat on before. "It's more comfortable than standing at least" She thought. After losing all hope, she laid down and closed her eyes. Hoping that the wind would come and carry her away to a safe place that she could call home again.