Panic!
I feel a shock and look through the window. The train has moved earlier than I expected. You'll just see, just on the day a tad delay would be very good for me, that train runs right on time. The doors are closed, of course. It would also be something if everyone could open the doors of a moving train just like that. There's no way I can get out now. And that kind of gets me into some trouble anyway. Of course, all the evidence is still open and exposed in sight. There's nothing to be done about that in itself, as long as I'm not there. Speed is in any case necessary, so the next few seconds I use for a quick look in the hallway. No one to see, but I don't have to count on this to stay that way. Late travelers may come along, looking for a free place, or, more likely, just the conductor.
Ten minutes ago, I got into this compartment, completely harmless. You know how that goes, a vague nod to the fellow passenger and full focus on your own spot. Maybe it made me miss the woman's empty, staring look, and the red dissipation with that knife. I got scared, and that's an understatement. Calm down, total panic. Now what? Warn the police? Like, “Yes, Officer, I suddenly see that I've been sitting across from a corpse for ten minutes... “Of course they never believe that.
I can, of course, give her a sleeping pose, a little in the corner of the coupe, with her coat half over her. That jacket is important, it conceals all too clear clues of what happened to her. At least that's the advantage of a first-class coupé, hopefully they'll leave a sleeping lady, or one that looks like that, alone. Perhaps this is indeed the best option, that sleeping position. And then find another seat as far away from this place as possible, preferably as close as possible to an exit. A little risky is. When discovered, all doors will be locked, escape is no longer there. The emergency brake, would that be an option? Or are the doors locked?
A few minutes later, I'm at the other end of the train. It's about five minutes to the next station. Five minutes that could make all the difference to me. Five minutes. I see the second hand counting slowly. Four more minutes. It's not that long, but it seems like an eternity. Only three minutes left. Then the train shocks again. The sound of the brakes sounds and the sweat breaks me out. Are we braking for the station? The train is clearly decreasing speed. Two more minutes, then we have to stop at the next platform. Slowly, the train rolls on. Then another shock, and another one. The train is still standing, in the middle of the meadows and the doors are still locked.
And over there in the distance, do I see blue uniforms coming this way?
