I opened my eyes slowly. The train was still moving, so I mustn't have been asleep for too long. I sat up, stretching my arms, and yawned. All of my bones ached.
I saw that Xach had decided to stay with me. His eyes were closed, and he was breathing heavily. Asleep.
He looked so peaceful and so... beautiful. He looked at complete ease compared to what he was when I was awake. His skin looked so smooth that I had a massive urge to stroke it.
I reached out my hand, and gently brushed my finger over his cheek. He moved slightly, but didn't wake.
I stood up and stretched my legs. I needed to walk. I carefully moved past Xach, and made my way down the middle of the train. No body looked at me. Nobody stared.
When I got to the other carriage, a young boy jumped in front of me. He was around five years old, with mad, ginger hair. I smiled at him.
"Can you help me?" He asked.
"Of course, what do you need?" I replied, bending down so I was his level. He glanced behind him as if he was waiting for someone. He was lost.
"I can't find my mummy." He whispered. "Do you know where she is?"
I shook my head. "I don't but I can help you find her." I stood up and put my hand out for him to take it.
I looked up in time to see a young woman with the same red hair charge down the train. She picked up her son in her arms and sighed a sigh of relief. Then she looked at me.
"What do you think your doing with my son?" She snapped. Her son just looked at me.
"He was lost, I was going to help him." I replied. I smiled reassuringly.
"You leave him alone." She snapped and then walked away. I was aware people were staring, and my face went bright red. As she walked into the opposite carriage, I heard her say "What have I told you about speaking to strangers."
I turned round, wanting to get away from all the stares. I made my way back. As I got nearer, I saw that Xach was stood up. He was grabbing his bag and getting his things ready. Was he planning on leaving with out me? Had I got him wrong?
"Where are you going?" I asked. He spun round and something resembling relief flooded his face.
"I thought you'd gone. I thought you'd left me." He said. His face went red as he dropped his bag on his chair.
"Oh." I said.
"I erm, I..." He stammered.
"Shall we get off next stop?" I asked, putting my head to the side. He looked at me then smiled.
"Yes. Yes we should." he replied.
I sat back down next to him. He looked at me, but noticed I was looking at him so turned away suddenly.
"I doubt we'll be the only run a ways anyway." I told him, trying to start a conversation.
"Why's that?" He asked me.
"Well loads of people all ways run away don't they. You always here about them." I said back.
Around fifteen minutes later, the train stopped. Xach stood up and I followed him towards the doors. He jumped off, and as I did the same I fell. Just before I touched the ground though, he grabbed me. He pulled me up straight.
"Thanks." I gasped.
"No problem" He said back, then dropped his hands from me. "Looks like we made it to London." He told me pointing to the station sign.
"Now it's just what to do from here." I muttered, looking around at the hundreds of people rushing past us.