It was out of the ordinary for her to be doing something like this. Not that everything wasn’t out of the ordinary in Nightvale to begin with. It was the fact that she was openly acknowledging in this festivities, much less partaking in them, that was different for her. With few friends and no family anywhere close to her here, she’d just work through the holidays these past few years.
Now here she was, walking to a vaguely omniscient train… Had the train been here before? Was there a train stop in nightvale? Ever? She couldn’t remember, but then again, most things to go ignored and unnoticed with her. A city council member grabbed her by the arm, pulling her forward, but not in a agressive way how a principal would to their office after a fight, but in more of an encouraging way, how your father figure would lead you down the isle, or how they’d help you walk out of a hospital after surgery. Lifting. Leading. Almost kind, but mostly neutral… Why does she know what that feels like?
Before she could think more, a particularly loud, rusty door opened to the train, and she walked inside.
Matt was already sitting in the darkened train car, the glow of his cell phone reflecting on his own face. He looked up when he heard someone else arrive, unable to see anything for having been staring into the light of the phone before. He smiled, oblivious as to who they were.
“This isn’t really what I was expecting from a festival of lights.” He admitted to whoever it was, trying not to take up more room than necessary on the bench seat.
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