RontheHedgehog

Leslie awoke as the early rays of sunlight brushed across her face. She stirred uncomfortably for a moment before forcing herself to sit up and brush the sleepiness out of her eyes. She checked her surroundings. They were very unfamiliar. She was in a room. It was mostly dark, with a large, rectangular opening on one wall. That was where the sun was being let in. She was in a sleeping bag. Several crates lay open around the room. It was all rather odd. The strangest part was that the room was swaying. Then she remembered. She wasn't in a room, she was in a boxcar. She was hopping a train to Chicago to catch up with Ron. They had gotten sep...