“I died and then I- I came back?”

He nodded.

Phoebe sat up and peered out the window. Many of the passengers and staff were hunkered down inside, wary of fae lurking in the wilderness. Others were outside, sitting under the shade of trees or milling around in the fresh air. Many were on their phones discussing the events of the night before. Some were crying, some were quietly talking about how scary it was but that they needed to be in Grand Shore by 9am sharp and now everything was ruined.

“Train derailed,” Bluebell said, “Small quake, maybe, but nobody’s really sure.”

“That man,” Phoebe started, “Did he do all of this? There was a man with the aspect of a wildebeest, and he used a Consumption ritual on me. He brought that fae onto the train, I saw it, and he wanted to bind me to it then he escaped and then- god-” her voice failed her.