‘But … there aren’t any trains!’ Claire said. Maybe there were no trains before, but there was a train now. It’s not real, she told herself.
‘This isn’t real,’ she said. But the heat coming from the train felt real.
‘You can’t walk on the tracks,’ the driver said. ‘You have to come on the train.’
‘No!’
‘Are you afraid?’ he asked. ‘It isn’t real, remember? So what are you afraid of?’ They were her own words to Peter.
She didn’t want to, but she climbed the stairs of the train, candyfloss in hand.
‘Sit,’ he said, and the train slowly started moving again.
‘Where are we going?’ Claire asked.