Aaron stood at the station in Pennsylvania, waiting for the train to arrive. The group sat around and talked for a bit. Arya constantly glanced over at Simon, making sure he was in line. Simon, however, didn't even look as if he wanted to escape. He seemed very content with staying with the group. After a few minutes, the train entered the station, the wheels gripped the tracks, slowing it down. The noise rippled through the air as the train screeched to a halt. "Looks like our ride is here," Artyom stated while the rest of the group followed him. Simon entered the train first, followed by Arya then Lizzie then Artyom and finally Aaron stepped on to the train. "I warned you," A voice said from within the crowd behind Aaron. Aaron turned around and saw frantically looked around to find the source of the voice but couldn't find it. He shrugged and climbed aboard and looked around. When Aaron boarded the train he found that the car they were in had two aisles of seats with four seats per aisle. Each seat could sit up to two people. There was an entrance to two cars on either end of the car. Artyom sighed and sat down in one seat, facing the window. He looked out of it and saw the crowd of people waving goodbye to their loved ones in cars behind them. The Russian man took a minute to reflect on his family. He missed them dearly but couldn't go back to them. Not now. Not ever. Artyom felt someone sit down next to him. "Hey, Artyom. What're you doing all alone?" Lizzie asked. Artyom smiled softly to himself but knew that he couldn't get attached to Lizzie. She could very well die. Artyom attempted to usher her away. "Just looking out of the window, why don't you go talk to Arya?" He suggested. "Well, Arya Aaron and Simon are all in the car ahead of us. They have each other but you didn't have anyone so I thought that maybe you could use some company." Lizzie explained. Artyom couldn't believe what had just come out of Lizzie's mouth. "I'm fine on my own. Really. I mean, you must have needed someone to talk to but I don't think I'm the right person for that." Artyom attempted once again to try to get Lizzie to leave him alone. "Well, you see. When I was still in that tank of mine, I had two other axolotl friends in two separate tanks. They didn't talk to me much though, they hardly moved after a few days of no one taking care of them. So, for three years, I didn't really have any real interactions." Artyom couldn't help but feel sorry for her. "That must have been horrible." He replied. "It really wasn't! Every night I would sneak out of my cage using my stand, Ocean Man, and I would take walks around the park. I used to swim in the pond near the staff building and talk to the pond animals. I even talked to those pigs and goats in the pens near the entrance. I wonder how they're doing?" Artyom nodded along to whatever Lizzie was saying until she talked about the goats. "Goats?" Artyom asked. "Yeah! They also didn't move for about a week until one night when they all tried to eat Ocean Man!" Lizzie explained innocently. Artyom's eyes widened when he realized that Lizzie didn't know the goats were brutally murdered by Arya. He decided that it would be better if he didn't tell Lizzie that. "I might have seen them when we walked into the zoo but that's not important," Artyom said quickly. Lizzie didn't seem to notice that he was hiding something and kept talking. "Anyway, I was kind of like the protector of that park and all the animals loved me. Because of that night." Lizzie started. * * * * * * * * * * * *