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The train had come to a halt. The snow whirled and stung their faces.'Line's blocked.' announced the guard gloomily. 'Can't stay here. We'll freeze. We'll have to walk.Come on.' Inverness was behind them, and although she could no longer see the hills of the Great Glen, she could sense them, looming,menacing. She didn't like this place. Never had. 'What - you mean walk to Laggan? In this?'
'Aye. I've no phone signal and the phone in the cab's out. Next train's not for hours.'
Kris huddled into her too-thin jacket. Her spirits, already low, sank further. Would anyone worry when her train didn’t arrive? Probably not.
‘No – there’s one more. A wee laddie. Asleep in the other carriage. I’ll go and wake him.’
Kris had no desire to be left alone and struggled after the guard. His torch lit up the swirling snow in a swaying shaft of light. It went out as he clambered back onto the train to wake the remaining passenger, and, ‘How could he still be asleep?’ marvelled Kris. The cold worked itself right into her until it hurt.
The torch beam reappeared, as did the guard, with a small figure huddled behind him.
‘Too young to be travelling on his own surely?’ wondered Kris, and then, as the thought suddenly occurred to her, ‘Where’s the driver?’
Before the guard had a chance to answer there came a sound that made Kris’s hair stand on end…
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