"All aboard!"

Rusalka picked up her bag that she had with her and headed towards the booming voice. She passed the security and boarded the train. Relief hit her as she settled into her seat. She hated waiting on anything, even a train. It wasn't long until nervousness overtook her. Her thoughts began to race but outwardly she was still. It took everything in her to remain so, during the journey.

To amuse herself, she began to start acting like crazy. Shifting in her seat, she peered out the window of the train and watched the scenery come out. Seeing a few cows she started to make some noise. Quietly at first, then a little louder until she gathered everyone's attention nearby.

"Moo. Moo. Come out to play." She giggled. "One moo, two moo, three moo, blue moo."

On and on she went until the cows faded far into the background of her mind. It didn't take long for the eyes that were on her to fall elsewhere until the next incident.

A young mother had entered the car with her child. The baby was cute but it also provided another opportunity for her to enjoy a little craziness. Letting the mother get comfortable across from her. Rusalka leaned forward to peer at the child.

"Suzanne! Oh Suzanne is that you? How did you get stuck in a little body?" She broke into a silly smile and pretended to wait for the mysterious Suzanne to answer her. The mother quickly bundled up the child and left the way she came.

A half hour longer and she would be at her destination. So she began to pretend to sleep. Slowly closing her eyes as if they were just getting heavy. She could see the relief on everyone's face. At least they were relieved until Rusalka suddenly jumped up and waved her hands around as if she had a sword and would slash at them.

"Are you trying to steal my treasure?! Huh? Did you hold it in your hands for hours before you buried it? I thought not." She jumped between passenger to passenger brandishing her make believe sword. "And you!" She went up to the largest man in the room and pretended to slit his throat with her fake sword. "How dare you speak t me that way! I'm a lady! Begone! Get yourself out f my sight."

Half expecting a fight Rusalka pressed forward. The man had no choice but to either push back or flee. It was with glee that she saw him leave. Her theory had been correct, men are scared of the ones that appear to be the craziest.

This was her trip from one city to another.

Georgette had been peacefully reading her book while enjoying the quietness of the train journey. Still, once the creature who would be a fascinating study for electroconvulsive therapy started up, the book was quickly forgotten as they continuously sent out a cry for help which unfortunately everyone, including herself, ignored as much as possible.